Is there no sign of light as we stand in the darkness?
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Watching the sun arise
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Is there no sign of life as we gaze at the waters?
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Into the strangers eyes
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And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
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For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue
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If we call for the proof and we questions the answers
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Only the doubt will grow
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Are we blind to the truth or a sign to believe in?
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Only the wise will know
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And word by word they handed down the light that shines today
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And those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray
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Yes those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray
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When you can't hear the rhyme and you can't see the reason
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Why should the hope remain?
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For a man will be tired and his soul will grow weary
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Living his life in vain
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And who are we to justify the right in all we do?
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Until we seek until we find Ammonia Avenue
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Through all the doubt somehow they knew
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And stone by stone they built it high
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Until the sun broke through
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A ray of hope, a shining light Ammonia Avenue
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Ammonia Avenue
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The Alan Parsons Project |