| What if all we were told
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| Wasn’t what it’s all about?
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| Would it be earth shattering our lives filled without?
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| Sentiment points to faith and a reason to believe
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| Rest assured without detail, we follow never lead
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| There were giants, standing over all
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| On their shoulders, we have strayed for too long
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| Giants, giants giants
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| We have strayed for too long
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| Ideals deemed
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| Written in stone a long time ago
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| Who were they to question?
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| Who were they to know?
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| In their stride the cracks grow wide
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| Foundations shift and moan
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| Ideas now conventional
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| Once never known
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| They were giants, standing over all
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| On these shoulders, we have stayed for too long
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| Giants, giants giants
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| We have strayed for too long
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| Giants, giants, giants
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| We have strayed for too long
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| Too long, too long…
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| They were giants, standing over all
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| On these shoulders, we have stayed for too long
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| Giants, giants giants
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| We have strayed for too long
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| Giants, giants, giants
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| We have strayed for too long
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| Too long, too long… |