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There's a man, who says there is a light in the sky |
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All my friends say he's telling a lie |
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But he speaks with such passion that I have to think about |
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And his hands, well they tremble as he points it out |
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But I can't see what it's all about |
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And the voices of many are singing along it seems |
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Is it all something new? And will I see it too? |
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Or is this just continuing man? |
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Throughout all history claiming they all can see |
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But the evidence falters just short of my hand |
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And there are lies in the sand |
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There's a man who says he was a Satanic Beast |
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And the many were there at his feet |
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And he scared all the people |
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'Cause he just what we want |
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Is it all something new? And will I see it too? |
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Or is this just continuing man? |
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Making more history, claiming they all can see |
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But the evidence falters just short of my hand |
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And there are lies in the sand |
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There are things that will surely seem as they are not |
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And I might not know all that I've got |
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But the bluffing is easy and I haven't seen your hand |