| Light of day it warms my wounds
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| I will not die here
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| Light of day it warms my wounds
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| I will not
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| I’d love to slip away until
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| All they ever see are photographs
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| Remove all memories and down the pill
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| Let the current take me away to Zion
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| My heart is pounding towards my rhythmic fate
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| My eyes are blurring
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| Hail my brilliant escape
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| Into permanent nothing!
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| Now, I run for the door…
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| Death has never tasted this sweet, before
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| And don’t be afraid to live
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| Living with fear is simply turning from chances to give
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| See! |
| It’s all around you
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| In every face, there is a story
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| But instead you stay where everybody looks the same
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| And you thank God for that?
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| I long for the day
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| When I can proudly say I never judge a face
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| Oh, then I’d feast with any two or three from any place
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| And I’d thank God for that!
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| Light of day it…
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| To my right, a man on his knees
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| I could give him a reason I could help him face the world.
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| Then to my left a woman in need…
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| It could never hurt to ask
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| Even with nothing to give
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| You’ll encourage her heart
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| (Ohhh, Oh, Oh, Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh)
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| And oh please God spring up in me
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| The means to see the importance of.
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| Another’s world
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| Never right or wrong
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| Just breathing guarantees a right to voice their heart
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| I want to live!
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| I want to live!
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| I want to live!
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| Then I turn to face the world |