| I’ve never ceased to wonder
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| At the strangeness of my days
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| Cruelty and tenderness hand in hand
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| Interlocking by mysterious ways
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| Sometimes I’ve seen beyond the scape of our dreams,
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| Beyond the gold at the rainbows end
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| And I’ve seen empitiness striving to be filled
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| A plain longing for a friend
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| I’ve been hanging on here, dreaming of the other side,
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| Sometimes I’ve been so near, near the invisible hand
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| We are born to the times that change so fast,
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| And we can’t trust the way we were feeling
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| The need for truth is strong within us all,
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| But so many times we’ll face a hidden meaning
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| So many have fallen to insanity,
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| Thinking they could draw and cross the line
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| Leaving others behind and ending up believing
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| In the exclusive right for the grand design
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| I’ve been hanging on here, dreaming of the other side,
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| Sometimes I’ve been so near, near the invisible hand
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| I’ve seen the light that shines on, flashing through the other side
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| Fraction of a second then gone back to the invisible hand
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| Where am I going, where did I come from,
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| I’ve been longing for your freedom, please
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| Let me fly… |