| The day has come near to right the last page
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| your hopes will stay here your fear will drift away
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| and those times were no one was able to read
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| turning the truth into lies all through the years
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| and if you ask me if anything is to blame,
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| I think believe is the name of the game.
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| You ask about spirit, forgiveness and grace,
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| it’s not a big deal, that’s what you say,
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| but I tell you there is so much more we could be
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| if we unchain the earth and take a chance to be free
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| and step they all follow a book and hold on to fear
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| the mess allways starts by some gods and religious believe.
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| There can’t be a thing beyond the world that you know,
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| you act in a play, within the play that’s your own show
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| we try to wake up and keep pace with our own constant change
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| we’re still asleep day after day
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| there has to be more than to follow the past and to pray
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| we are open to knowledge and truth in our world of today
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| we try to wake up and keep pace with our own constant change
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| we’re still asleep day after day
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| Searching the places where others can’t go
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| searching for answers that others still know
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| still we’re not sure, we’re all will be safe
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| like rain in the desert, that’s all we make
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| and start we all follow a book and hold on to fear
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| and in the end we are what we try to be.
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| There can’t be a thing beyond the world that you know,
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| you act in a play, within the play that’s your own show
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| we try to wake up and keep pace with our own constant change
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| we’re still asleep day after day
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| there has to be more than to follow the past and to pray
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| we are open to knowledge and truth in our world of today
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| we try to wake up and keep pace with our own constant change
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| we’re still asleep day after day. |