I see a trail, a grudging light.
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It? burning bright, it takes me home again.
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And I can? understand the plan.
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I try to fight but I cannot contend.
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A magnetic force, it? a true north.
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What is its source, it is a friend?
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But more than once I have begun to feel that I will easily transcend.
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Look away. No hope is lost I never fear.
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That I?l be desperate, left out on my own.
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I feel it yeah, but soon realized the whole time I never was alone.
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Busy city, crowded clubs,
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or touring in a van away from home.
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If we can listen we will hear.
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A voice that will teach and help us grow.
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I don? know what you?e been through but my guess too is life is always rough.
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It leaves us bruised and bloodied,
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it makes us hard.
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It makes our skin real tough.
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When my world crumbles on me as it does each week.
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It is not the ed. I look inside, I listen too.
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ÌÔuz I? sure there? an ally within.
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Look Away
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Shelter |