| Is there no sign of light
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| As we stand in the darkness?
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| Watching the sun arise
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| Is there no sign of life as we gaze at the waters?
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| Into the strangers eyes
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| And who are we to criticize
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| Or scorn the things that they do?
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| For we shall seek and we shall find
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| Ammonia Avenue
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| If we call for the proof
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| And we question the answers
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| Only the doubt will grow
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| Are we blind to the truth or a sign to believe in?
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| Only the wise will know
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| And word by word they handed down
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| The light that shines today
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| And those who came at first to scoff,
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| Remained behind to pray
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| Yes those who came at first to scoff,
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| Remained behind to pray
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| When you can’t hear the rhyme
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| And you can’t see the reason
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| Why should the hope remain?
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| For a man will be tired
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| And his soul will grow weary
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| Living his life in vain
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| And who are we to justify the right in all we do?
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| Until we seek until we find Ammonia Avenue
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| Through all the doubt somehow they knew
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| And stone by stone they built it high
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| Until the sun broke through
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| A ray of hope, a shining light Ammonia Avenue |