| First there was the mist, then came the mountain
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| First was the myth then came belief
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| Blind together we won’t surrender
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| With no desire we are in rags and chains
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| Only a soothing caress can stop me
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| Making the same mistakes again and again
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| When you know how to trust your feelings
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| Then you know how to recognize it
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| The part of you that needs the healing
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| Is like a swollen river risen bring me, bring me to crescendo
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| Help me to reach my own conclusion
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| Show me the place of what could be
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| Walking beside you, I won’t fall nothing
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| Under a half moon we’re all in rags and chains
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| Only a soothing caress can stop me
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| Making the same mistakes again and again
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| When you know how to trust your feelings
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| Then you know how to recognize it
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| The part of you that needs the healing
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| Is like a swollen river risen bring me, bring me to crescendo
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| When I call, hear my call
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| Prop me up
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| Build my courage
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| Bring me to crescendo
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| When you know how to trust your feelings
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| Then you know how to recognize it
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| The part of you that needs the healing
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| Is like a swollen river risen
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| So choke with a bolt of passion
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| And drown me in a deep emotion
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| You got to help me build this feeling
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| I’m swimming in a stagnant ocean
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| Been blinded by smoke and mirrors
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| And crippled by a fear of tomorrow
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| If you don’t help me shake this feeling
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| Then I’ll be more entire in limbo
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| Bring me, bring me, bring me
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| Stop me telling you something and bring me
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| Bring me to crescendo |