| The wheels of life keep turning
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| Spinning without control;
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| The wheels of the heart keep yearning
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| For the sound of the singing soul
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| And nights are full with weeping
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| For sins of the past we’ve sown;
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| But, tomorrow is ours for the keeping
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| Tomorrow the future’s shown
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| Lift your eyes and see the glory
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| Where the circle of life is drawn;
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| See the never-ending story
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| Come with me to the Gates of Dawn
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| And whose is the hand who raises
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| The sun from the heaving sea?
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| The power that ever amazes '
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| We look, but never will see?
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| Who scattered the seeds so life could be
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| Who coloured the fields of corn?
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| Who formed the mould that made me ' me
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| Before the world was born?
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| Lift your eyes and see the glory
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| Where the circle of life is drawn;
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| See the never-ending story
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| Come with me to the Gates of Dawn
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| Lift your eyes and see the glory
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| Where the circle of life is drawn;
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| See the never-ending story
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| Come with me to the Gates of Dawn
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| Lift your eyes and see the glory
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| Where the circle of life is drawn;
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| See the never-ending story
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| Come with me to the Gates of Dawn |