| I have many questions for You
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| My mouth is so full I cannot chew
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| Are you listening, are you listening?
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| My friends are hurting, they are hurting
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| It’s not black or white, it’s in between
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| Colors of a storm are most fitting
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| Is there an answer in the silence?
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| Are we asking the wrong questions?
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| How ignorant man to simply think
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| We can’t control a storm with pen and ink
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| If I could, for you I would write
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| To make the darkest parts give us life
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| It’s not black or white, it’s in between
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| Colors of a storm are most fitting
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| Is there an answer in the silence?
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| Are we asking the wrong questions?
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| Have we given orders to the morning?
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| Or told the dawn its place to be?
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| Can we bind the chains of Pleiades?
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| Or command the sea, command the sea?
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| Who are we that You are mindful of us?
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| Who are we that You are mindful of us?
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| I guess that’s the part we just have to try and trust? |