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So many nights |
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I've dreamed how it all could end |
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Is mind control, taking the upper hand |
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So many nights I thought I'd never see the break of dawn |
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Show me the light |
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instead of the red from hell |
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Open my blue eyes, they're sealed, could you show and tell |
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Show me the light I've been imprisoned by my own mistakes |
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It's not too late to do something |
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Right from the heart, which means something |
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It's not too late to say something |
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Where is the time |
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that once wasn't running out |
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Live in the moment, or stray down the road of doubt |
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Where is the time when we were reaching out a helping hand |
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Will we have faith |
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In the value of our human lives |
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Will reality bring fear in the heart of our endless drive |
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Will we have faith in all that's passionate and insecure |
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It's not too late to do something |
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Right from the heart, which means something |
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It's not too late to say something |
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This time |
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We could live in our thoughts |
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We could hold on to pride |
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But if we speak from the heart |
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It will widen our eyes |
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It's not too late to do something |
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Right from the heart, which means something |
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It's not too late to be a friend |