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SHOW THE WAY
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(David Wilcox)
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You say you see no hope
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You say you see no reason we should dream
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That this world would ever change
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You say that love is foolish to believe
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'Cause they'll always be some crazy
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With an army or a knife
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To wake you from your daydream
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Put the fear back in your life
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Look, if someone wrote a play
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Just to glorify what's stronger than hate
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Would they not arrange the stage
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To look as if the hero came too late
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He's almost in defeat
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It's looking like the evil side will win
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So on the edge of every seat
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From the moment that the whole thing begins
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It is love who mixed the mortar
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And it's love who stacked these stones
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And it's love that made the stage here
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Though it looks like we're alone
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In this scene set in shadows
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Like the night is here to stay
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There is evil cast around us
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But it's love that wrote the play
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In this darkness
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Love can show the way
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Now the stage is set
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You can feel your own heart beating in your chest
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This life's not over yet
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So we get up on our feet and do our best
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We play against the fear
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We play against the reasons not to try
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Playing for the tears
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Burning in the happy angel's eyes
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For it's love
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SHOW THE WAY
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| Kim Hill |
