| The truth can change a man
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| In the wisdom of his days
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| It whispers soft but constantly
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| You cannot live this way
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| For deceitful words are costly
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| And actions even worse
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| The abuse that has been suffered here
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| From childhood laid its course
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| How will I know you?
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| What will you look like?
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| When does the dream end?
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| When will the sun arise?
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| Where does the line form?
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| Where does the wheel turn?
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| How will I know you?
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| When will we ever learn?
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| We witness not a fallen world
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| But falling everyday
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| And nature joins our great descent
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| With quakes and hurricanes
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| But I’ll meet you on the stormy sea
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| And I’ll hold the winds at bay
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| We’ll pull the oars inside the boat
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| And gently drift away
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| How will I know you?
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| What will you look like?
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| When does the dream end?
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| When will the sun arise?
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| Where does the line form?
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| Where does the wheel turn?
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| How will I know you?
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| When will we ever learn?
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| The past lies in slumber
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| The future, no claims
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| The present is ours
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| Cleaned by the rain
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| My pockets have emptied
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| But my heart overflows
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| Consumed in the fire of love’s fearless power
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| How I long for your face in that great final hour
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| Once I spoke in riddles
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| But now I speak it plain
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| The tears of God are pouring down
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| In remembrance of that day
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| So let the children fly
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| And question all they see
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| They’ll grow up wise and penetrate
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| The life that lives unseen
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| How will I know you?
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| What will you look like?
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| When does the dream end?
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| When will the sun arise?
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| Where does the line form?
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| Where does the wheel turn?
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| How will I know you?
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| When will we ever learn?
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| How will I know you?
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| What will you look like?
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| When does the dream end?
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| When will the sun arise?
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| Where does the line form?
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| Where does the wheel turn?
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| How will I know you?
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| When will we ever learn? |