| I see a trail, a grudging light
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| It抯 burning bright, it takes me home again
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| And I can抰 understand the plan
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| I try to fight but I cannot contend
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| A magnetic force, it抯 a true north
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| What is it’s source, it is a friend?
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| But more than once I have begun to feel that I will easily transcend
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| Look away. |
| No hope is lost I never fear
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| That I抣l be desperate, left out on my own
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| I feel it yeah, but soon realized the whole time I never was alone
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| Busy city, crowded clubs
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| Or touring in a van away from home
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| If we can listen we will hear
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| A voice that will teach and help us grow
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| I don抰 know what you抳e been through but my guess too is life is always rough
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| It leaves us bruised and bloodied
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| It makes us hard
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| It makes our skin real tough
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| When my world crumbles on me as it does each week
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| It is not the ed. |
| I look inside, I listen too
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| 慶uz I抦 sure there抯 an ally within |