| I’d reconciled my anger got outside of danger
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| I was waiting for some signal, a sign from angels
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| When the tide turns against you
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| It’s a strange sensation, a revelation of imagination
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| I could change my course and face the flow
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| Reap the seeds that I had sewn or follow that old river south
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| Here’s what I found out
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| I was standing on the Great Divide looking out across America
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| Trying to find my truth, define it for myself
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| I died the day when I saw this place
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| I saw what I could lose
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| A very simple mechanism separates the fool from wisdom
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| The lines between us are not real
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| Conditioning is what makes us feel ignorant
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| And apathy will feed our hate
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| So we can never give in
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| There I was standing at the Great Divide, looking for the truth in America
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| For all that time I searched, when I closed my eyes
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| I found the thing I was looking for
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| I had it all the time
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| So are we standing at the Great Divide?
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| Is there hope for America?
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| Take the flag we wave, the freedoms that we sing
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| Without respect for one other
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| It doesn’t mean a thing |