Humanity grew weary
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Of it's doubtful state of mind
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So it summoned from far and called from near
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All the wise men thought to be sincere
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To heal it's wounds and make it whole
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And the lead the way back to the soul
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The charlatans they stayed behind
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To count their bags of gold
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And some stayed away as if to say
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I know that my way's the only way
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Afraid to learn they may be wrong
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They preach their nothingness at home
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But the wise men came together with the hope to free man kind
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Of the rubbish that had gathered in god's name
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To embrace and trust each other in the search for the supreme
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And they found that all their teachings were the same
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And when at last the word went round
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That all were one and all
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Many returned to seek the light
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Nobody claimed that he was right
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It's sad to know it's just a song
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To dream and hope still can't be wrong
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Repeat chorus
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Spiritual Fantasy
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| Steppenwolf |
