| The time has come to turn around
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| When there seems no room to fall
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| And what’s the point of kneeling down
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| Just to hit the ground and crawl
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| Too many tears to try to swim
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| Well, where lonely ghosts have flown
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| Too many thoughts to think too hard
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| When there’s no absolutes anymore
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| 'Cause you flight in the deepest parts
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| And faith deserts an open heart
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| Will you ever know
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| You ever know, you ever know
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| Why this world could be?
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| It’s not just illusive fantasy
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| Will you ever know
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| You ever know, you ever know
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| What this world would mean
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| If you knew your place in history?
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| The time has come to make a change
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| Either seek the truth or run
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| Oh, the truth is this, ignorance is bliss
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| When you run out of tears like a gun
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| 'Cause you flight in the deepest parts
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| Not listening to your cheap remarks
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| 'Cause you flight in the deepest parts
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| Will you ever know
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| You ever know, you ever know
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| What this world could be?
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| It’s not just illusive fantasy
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| Will you ever know
|
| You ever know, you ever know
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| What this world would mean
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| If you knew your place in history?
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| Will you ever know
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| You ever know, you ever know
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| What this world would mean
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| If you knew your place in history? |