| Hold the calm breeze today — The congregation stays
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| The tired fall asleep — As their time is swept away
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| Their view starts to fade — As clear minds give in to reason
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| But we found a way to welcome new times
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| Asking questions that will change our lives
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| This is the time to turn the tide
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| We are going to feel this
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| We are going to be this
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| Rise and go against this entity
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| Rise above the sky
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| All we can do now is face it
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| We are done hiding like
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| Faceless
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| Mindless
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| Minions
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| Always driven to malice
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| Bovini
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| We’re to adjust our behavior
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| I can feel there is
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| Something, someway, somehow
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| That can help
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| Disestablish this hierarchy
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| Finding a way to welcome new times
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| The fear of questions fades
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| Eyes can save themselves
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| Just as long as they don’t look down
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| Open minded with both feet on the ground
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| Maybe guiding life using reason to clear the line of sight
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| Will be our way to welcome new times
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| Asking questions that will change our lives
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| This is the time to turn the tide
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| We are going to feel this
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| We are going to be this
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| Rise and go against this entity
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| Rise above the sky
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| Finding a way to welcome new times
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| The fear of questions fades
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| We are standing on the verge of a new horizon
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| Welcome the new day |