| Come along, come along-
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| Follow the way that leads between madness and madness
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| Flowers on both sides, each side has weeds and gladness and sadness
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| Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
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| Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
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| Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
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| Make the madness stop
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| Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping groping nonsense
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| Pathways are green and black and white and yellow and crimson
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| Walk on the rainbow flooded by boths sides truths and opinions
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| Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
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| Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
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| Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
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| Make the madness stop
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| Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping groping nonsense
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| Honesty and purity, beauty and sincerity
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| Doesn’t that sound corny
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| Wish that I were corny
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| Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
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| Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
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| Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
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| Make the madness stop
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| Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping groping nonsense
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| Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
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| Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
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| Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
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| Make the madness stop |