And I could easily fall from grace,
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Then another would take my place
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For the chance to behold your face...
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And the days of my life are but grains of sand
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As they fall from your open hand
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At the call of the wind's command...
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Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say.
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They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
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To read between the lines, that lead between the lines
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That lead me to you.
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All that I ask you
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Is, show me how to follow you and I'll obey.
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Teach me how to reach you, I can't find my way.
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Let me see the light...Let me be the light.
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As the sun turns slowly around the sky
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Till the shadow of night is high...
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The eagle will learn to fly.
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And the days of his life are but grains of sand
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As they fall from your open hand
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And vanish among the land.
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Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say...
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They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
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To read between the lines, by following the signs
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That can lead to you...
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But show me how to follow you and I'll obey.
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Teach me how to reach you, I can't find my way.
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Let me see the light...Let me be the light.
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And so, with no warning, nor last goodbyes,
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In the shadow of the morning skies,
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The eagle will rise
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Again.
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The Eagle Will Rise Again
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| The Alan Parsons Project |
