| We’re Standing By A River
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| In A Place Where Nothing Moves
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| And The White Light In The Sky
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| Is Meaningless And Cruel
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| And We Turn Our Face Away
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| From A Cold And Violent Wind
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| And We Bow Our Heads Down
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| And We Pray To The Sound
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| Of Freedom
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| With A Mirror In My Hand
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| And My Eyes Burned In The Fire
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| Drunk On Self Deception
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| And Punished By Desire
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| Leaping Directly Into A Bright White Sea
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| I’ll Keep Myself Breathing
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| And I’ll Swallow The Sound
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| Of Freedom
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| Nobody Else Can See You
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| Nobody Knows You Feel
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| Go Further Inside You
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| Where Nothing Else Is Real
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| Now Throw Yourself Into A Pool
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| Of Silence You Can See
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| And Hold The Mirror Before Your Eyes
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| And Light The White Light, It’s The Sound Of Freedom
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| Now Time Is Just A Picture That
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| Moves Before Your Eyes
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| And Every Lie That I Believe
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| Is Falsely Compromised
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| And This Is Not A Sound
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| And We Are Not Alive
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| Someone Else Was Here Before
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| In Someone Else’s Mind
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| And The Ground We Walk Is Sacred
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| And Every Object Lives
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| And Every Word We Speak
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| Will Punish Or Forgive
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| And The Light Inside Your Body
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| Will Shine Through History
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| Set Fire To Every Prison
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| Set Every Dead Man Free
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| And The Air We’re Breathing Now
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| We Breathed A Million Times
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| And The Darkest Dreams We Dreamed
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| Were Dreamed By Other Minds
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| So Take Us To The Water
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| Take us to the sound
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| And Wash My Soul Away
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| Where It Can Never Be Found…
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| And The White Light That Surrounds Us Is The Sound Of Freedom Pounding
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| And The Ground That Opens Up Spits The Fire From Freedom’s Mouth
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| And The Concrete, Glass And Steel
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| Break With A Freedom You Can Feel And
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| The Wind That Blows Through Heaven
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| It Screams The Sound Of Freedom
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| And The Violence That Destroys
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| Is The Birth Of Freedom Singing
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| And The Lovers In The Field
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| Make The Sound Of Freedom Bleeding
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| And The Pain That Eats My Mind
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| Is The Shout Of Freedom’s Life
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| And The Sea That Splits In Two
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| Is The Cut Of Freedom’s Knife
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| And The Fire That Burns This City
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| Is The White Light In Freedom’s Eye
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| And The White Light Is The Sound
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| Of Freedom |