| Time hangs around my neck like a stone
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| Waiting for the darkness to lift
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| Waiting for the night to break up waiting
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| Life drags on the arm before dawn and tied and torn
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| Waiting for the day to break through waiting
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| Cause I know that day will come to step into light
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| But I know the day will come suddenly it’s bright
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| It’s going to be alright with the power of light that follow the sun
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| With the power of light
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| With the power of light that follow the sun
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| Follow the sun
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| Time hangs around my neck like a stone
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| Waiting for the darkness to lift
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| Waiting for the night to break up waiting
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| Life drags on the arm before dawn and tied and torn
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| Waiting for the day to break through waiting
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| But I know that day will come to step into light
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| But I know the day will come suddenly it’s bright
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| It’s going to be alright with the power of light that follow the sun
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| With the power of light
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| With the power of light that follow the sun
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| Follow the sun
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| Days pass by like a clockwork train
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| Circle around the track again
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| Waiting for the signals to change |
| Oh it is like a floating flower
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| Floating pass every hour
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| Waiting for the raindrops to fall oh waiting
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| With the power of light that follows the sun
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| With the power of light
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| With the power of light that follows the sun
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| With the power of light
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| With the power of light
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| With the power of light
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| With the power of light
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| With the power of light |