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And if I open my eyes, will it then be morning? |
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First rays of summer sun, coming down and shining |
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And if I open my heart, and say all that you would want |
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Hope faith and all I believe, will be there to greet me |
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Put an end to all your doubts |
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Has my fire really really gone out? |
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Has my fire really gone out? |
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And if I open my head, remember all that I said |
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Hey baby what will you find, coming down to meet you? |
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A lot of words but no one talking |
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I don't want no part of that |
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Something real is what I'm seeking |
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One clear voice in the wilderness |
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Has my fire really gone out? |
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Put an end to all your doubts |
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Has my fire really really gone out? |
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Put an end to all your doubts |
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Has my fire really really gone out? |
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And if I open my eyes, will it then be morning? |
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First rays of summer sun, coming down and shining |
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And if I open my heart, and say all that you would want |
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Hope faith and all I believe, will be there to greet me |
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Something real is what I'm seeking |
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One clear voice in the wilderness |
