| Come, wake, like a blow of lightning falls like rain, as the dark calls your
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| name
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| Come, face to face your fear, don’t turn away as the dark calls your name
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| But here, like a drowning, like a knife… here in the changing of dawn to flight
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| I go…
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| Is it my life then to be lost?
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| Takin anything be caught… Is it a choosing to be love?
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| Callin down these highest walls.
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| I wouldn’t mind it to be light, showin all of me inside… Is it my life then to
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| be found?
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| Watch as seeking turn to sound…
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| Deep roots, recall your stance -- you, born of sand, holds you in hand
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| Trembling as a shoot 'gainst mountain — climb!
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| with all your heart, to your name, called through dark…
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| Here is the path and you are blind… Here is the changing of dawn to flight,
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| I go…
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| Is it my life then to be lost?
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| Taking anything be bought?
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| Is it a chosen to be love?
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| Callin down these highest walls.
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| I wouldn’t mind it to be light, shown all of me inside… Is it my life then to
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| be found?
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| Watch as seeking turn to sound…
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| credits |