| See the girls at the gate they’re gathering
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| For a chance in the big machine
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| While the lens of the camera’s focusing
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| At the edge of the in-between
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| Some will get to where they’re going
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| Find a place they’ve always been
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| Never understand the mystery
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| Turn around and start again
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| See the soldiers they march imagining
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| All the enemies unseen
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| Like a storm in the sky they’re threatening
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| At the edge of the in-between
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| Some will get to where they’re going
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| Find a place they’ve always been
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| Never understand the mystery
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| Turn around and start again
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| Walked the faithful down by the waterside
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| Watched the last tide ebb as the rivers dried
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| Hope was all they had
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| Home was all they knew
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| Strength to see them through
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| Withered fast the fields still the people stayed
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| Waited for a sign as they marked the days
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| Hope was all they had
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| Home was all they knew
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| Strength to see them through
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| Strength to see them through
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| Then came the master of the mountains
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| With a wave of his hand
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| Rain split the sky and filled the fountains
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| Water flowed through the land
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| He brought the people to their knees
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| In the house of heaven’s door
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| They knew a miracle they’d seen
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| And so they believed
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| He brought the people to their knees
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| In the house of heaven’s door
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| They knew a miracle they’d seen… |