| Parallel to life
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| There’s a wisdom that seems out of reach
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| Like a figure of speech
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| In a maze of white lies
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| So elusive it’s hard to recognize
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| With naivety’s eyes
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| It’s like running with a knife
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| The thought steals away with your peace
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| And high on that trapeze
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| You hold on to me
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| You hold on to me
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| And I’ll be singing you
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| Songs of tomorrow
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| And then dawn will follow
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| And our sorrows all undone
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| When you’re done with all the strife
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| When they echo the minds in the streets
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| You know your heart beats
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| A solitary call
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| For a change in the tone of it all
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| You’ll be scaling that wall
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| And the higher you climb
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| The more you can see of this life
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| On the edge of that knife
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| You hold on to me
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| Hold on to me
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| And I’ll be singing you
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| Songs of tomorrow
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| And then dawn will follow
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| And our sorrows all undone
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| Yeah, I’ll be singing you
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| Songs of tomorrow
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| And then dawn will follow
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| We are children of the sun
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| And you know you can take this story
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| Take your glory
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| Make your own way
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| Yeah, I want you to shake this story
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| Take your glory
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| Find your way
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| Make your own way
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| And I’ll be singing you
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| Songs of tomorrow
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| And then dawn will follow
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| And our sorrows all undone
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| Yeah, I’ll be singing you
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| Songs of tomorrow
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| And then dawn will follow
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| We are children of the sun |