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You hope one day to feel less of this confusion |
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To find that lasting peace is more than an illusion |
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But then you wake to face another revolution |
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And as the world keeps turning |
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You feel you've left behind |
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Is there another world beyond this cold existence? |
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Can hope return to us despite our own resistance? |
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I wish the light would come and filter through this distance |
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I hope one day to feel less of this confusion |
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TO find that lasting peace is more than an illusion |
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But as I wake each day it is to revolution |
