| Facing toward the harsh wind blowing
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| Of dreams growing in my youth
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| The rich and poor of masses telling
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| Seek for security
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| Gather treasure and store away
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| This will bring you joy and peace
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| But like the grass that withers daily
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| Moths and rust pursue like thieves
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| Review your choice and the path you follow
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| For the kings of the earth will see
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| They’ll seek your pride and your will to comply
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| Send you to war for their precious greed
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| So you hunger for a different way
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| Your ears have heard of this curious life
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| In this venture death waits in the shadows
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| But in survival the volume won’t die
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| Many choose but few are chosen
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| Slice through dark and patterns of light
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| The calling voice rings ever clear
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| A curious volume sustains and revives
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| So you hunger for a different way
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| Your ears have heard of this curious life
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| In this venture death waits in the shadows
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| But in survival the volume won’t die
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| The volume won’t die, yeah! |