Sometimes I feel
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That we've been herded like sheep
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We've been led out like lambs to the slaughter
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And empty souls
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Have kept the downtrodden down
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And took the best and left us the fodder
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Still in my heart
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I feel such purpose
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A reason for being alive
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And I want to know,
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I want to know
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Sometimes it seems
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There was meant to be more
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Than this rush and this battle to living
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And there's the times
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We've all tasted the space
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That you know when we feel that we're giving
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So take some time
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to think about this
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I'm blinded now, I'd like to see
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And I want to know,
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I want to know
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I want to see through all the barriers
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That were created before I was born
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Were they put out there just to guide me
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Or keep the weak from becoming strong
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I want to know,
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I want to know
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Still in my heart
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I feel such purpose
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A reason for being alive
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And I want to know
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Sometimes I fear
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That all men are asleep
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Must we shout to awake those that slumber?
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I Wanna Know
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| Ambrosia |
