| Gather around
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| All the things that we admire
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| To be here is where I wanted to be
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| To abandon who I was
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| Gather around
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| As we’re pushed towards the fire
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| We’ve been tricked into believing that all
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| Starts and ends within our walls
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| Gather around
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| Holding close your sons and daughters
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| Promise them that we will all be alright
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| Let them know you love them all
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| Talk to yourself
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| Let your essence be the answer
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| While we chase the meaning of who we are
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| Navigating through a storm
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| Gather around and follow me
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| Something misled us to this
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| Wanting it all is poverty
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| Rich is the one who is free
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| Be the one who wakes up
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| All of those who roam
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| Shake your head to the sides, wake the animal inside of you
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| Run away from it all, let the wildness be your home
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| Plant a tree, kill a man, let your instincts be in charge of you
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| Where you walk, what you dream, measures who you really are
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| Turn to your friends
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| Let them face the one you mirror
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| And the demons that now rest on your side
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| They will leave you on your own |