[Words: Dennis Cornelius, Steve Branagan]
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Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends
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From the sight of it, I hold back always waiting
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Every aspect, every possible point of view you can fathom
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My unavoidable destiny
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The human idiosyncrasy
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It is exigent that I must deviate
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From this fear of unimaginable pain
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At the crossroads I seem to take wrong turns
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Perfect hindsight reveals the true route
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If I can learn from the past, can I become
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The individual I aspire to be?
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Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends
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From the sight of it, I hold back always waiting
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I can continue to put off life, but how long will
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It wait for me?
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Morning Sun
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| Revelation |
