| Come with me and soon prepare to pass
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| Through the beautiful gates of symbolic conviction
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| That challenged the reign.
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| Stay with me, don’t be afraid to believe
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| In man’s infinite search for the truth in his world
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| And hit right to portray the romantic face of legend
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| And life.
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| Take my hand. |
| I have walked this way before
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| The essence of man is at war with the spirit
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| Yet knocking at its door.
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| Don’t let go in this imminent confusion
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| For tyranny’s son will be threatened by one
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| Who would challenge their delusion.
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| Look inward, at the secret world within
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| To bring the arrival of freedom and knowledge
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| The mind denies to give.
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| Death and honor are thought to be the same;
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| The rebellious nature of man and society
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| Silent running in his game.
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| No one will confess to this irreverent heresy,
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| As the witness is falling, someone is Calling me closer to the dream.
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| Sent to live and sent to testify.
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| It is not found in life by adapting for form,
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| But by adapting within us.
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| Sent give, empowered to impart the imperishable
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| Word.
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| Unto all it’s sincere aspirants of truth.
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| The time will come and so the band played on To offer a prayer for the rising aware that will
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| Soon touch the robe and gaze
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| At the stare of this Saviour Machine. |