| I search for beauty, I search for truth
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| There must be a proof
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| I need a reason to survive, to stay alive
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| I know what must be done, before the morning comes
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| So I look for self-respect, as I reflect
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| All the wrecked lives that we live, the waste and greed
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| I’ve been down but not like this before
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| Can’t take it anymore
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| Still small voice
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| Rise inside and calm this tortured soul
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| Give me just one last choice
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| Whisper soothing words and take control of me
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| I sit here waiting for a sign, something divine
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| Thunder’s cracking in my head, I must be dead
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| But as the pain subsides, I begin to realise
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| There’s a gentle tone I hear
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| It sounds so clear
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| All at once I feel sublime
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| The voice is mine
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| And will I find myself my way
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| And greet a brand new day
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| Tell me still small voice
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| Rise inside again and calm my soul
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| Give me just one last choice
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| Whisper soothing words and take control of me
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| Still small voice
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| Rise inside again and calm my soul
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| Give me one more choice
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| Whisper soothing words and take control
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| Take control of me |