| Soft as a whisper, my will to defy
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| Pierced by the God’s silver javelins I cry
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| Lord, don’t leave me behind
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| Please let me find you in reason and rhyme
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| How can a bird fly afraid to use both wings?
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| How can a man toil with no hope in a dream?
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| We all can hear 'cause after all, it’s raw within us
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| Why does the meaning turn to flame?
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| We’re born but the world’s gone with us
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| We’re the clouds of our dust
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| We’re the best of our kind
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| We believe the faces on the edge of our hearts
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| Ah ah ah ah aaahhh ahhhh
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| I spin the threads though they be dread or be divine
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| I doubt the strangers find a home as I found mine
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| Oooh oohh
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| Ahh ahh ah aahhh
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| We all can hear 'cause after all, it’s raw within us
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| Why does the meaning turn to flame?
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| We’re born but the world’s gone with us
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| We’re the clouds and our dust, we’re the blessed and the cursed
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| We are what we need and face it
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| What the end generates
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| We are what we believe it and face it
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| What the end generates in our heart |