And I could easily
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fall from grace
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Then another would take my place
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For the chance
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to behold your face
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As the days of my
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life are but grains of sand
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As they fall from your open hand
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At the call
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of the wind's command
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Many words are spoken
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when there's nothing to say
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The fall upon the ears of those
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who don't know the way
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To read between the lines
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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
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to follow you and I'll obey
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Teach me how to reach you
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I can't find my own way
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Let me see the light
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let me be the light
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As the sun
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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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As the days of his life
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are but grains of sand
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As they fall from your open hand
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And vanish upon the land
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Many words are spoken
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when there's nothing to say
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The fall upon the ears of those
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who don't know the way
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To read between the lines
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that lead between the lines
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that lead me to you
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Show me how to follow
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you and I'll obey
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Teach me how to reach you
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I can't find my own way
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Let me see the light
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let me be the light
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And so, with no warning
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no last goodbye
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In the dawn of the morning sky
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The eagle will rise again
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my niggas
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just bust yo' tech for me
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Everybody from every hood
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bang yo' head
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'til you break yo' motherfuckin
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neck for me!
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Just let me give
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you real street shit
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to rap in yo' shit with
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We clap yo' seat
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we whyle this heat
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Keep bouncin up
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and down these streets
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So nod yo' head and
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Break yo' neck nigga!
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Break yo' neck nigga!
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Break yo' neck nigga!
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Bang yo' head until you start to
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Break yo' neck nigga!
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Break yo' neck nigga!
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Break yo' neck nigga!
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Break yo' neck!
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Eagle Will Rise Again
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| The Alan Parsons Project |
