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It's hard to tell just when the night bacomes the day |
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That golden moment when the darkness rolls away |
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But there is a moment none the less. |
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In the regions of the heart there is a place |
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A sacred chater that should not be erased |
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It is the marrow; the moral core that I can not ignore. |
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Within the scheme of things |
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Well I know where I stand |
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My convictions they define who I am |
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Some move the boundaries at any cost |
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But there is a line, I will not cross |
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No riding on the fence - no alibis |
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No building on the sands of compromise |
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I won't be borrowed and I can't be bought |
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There is a line, I will not cross. |
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Ask the ocean where the water meets the land |
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He will tell you it depends on where you stand |
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And you're neither right or wrong. |
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But in the fathoms of the soul that won't ring true |
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Cause truth is more than an imposing point of view |
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It rises above the changing tide |
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As sure as the morning sky. |
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Within the scheme of things |
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Well I know where I stand |
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My convictions they define who I am |
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Some move the boundaries at any cost |
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But there is a line, I will not cross |
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No riding on the fence - no alibis |
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No building on the sands of compromise |
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I won't be borrowed and I can't be bought |
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There is a line, I will not cross. |
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Within the scheme of things |
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I know where I stand |
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My convictions they define who I am |
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Some move the boundaries at any cost |
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But there is a line, I will not cross |
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No riding on the fence - no alibis |
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No building on the sands of compromise |
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I won't be borrowed and I can't be bought |
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There is a line, oh, there is a line |
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There is a line, I will not cross... |
