(Kerry Livgren / Steve Walsh)
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He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name
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He lived alone with his vision
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Not looking for fortune or fame
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Never said too much to speak of
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He was off on another plane
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The words that he said were a mystery
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Nobody's sure he was sane
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But he knew, he knew more than me or you
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No one could see his view, Oh where was he going to
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He was in search of an answer
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The nature of what we are
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He was trying to do it a new way
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He was bright as a star
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But nobody understood him
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"His numbers are not the way"
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He's lost in the deepest enigma
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Which no one's unraveled today
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But he knew, he knew more than me or you
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No one could see his view, Oh where was he going to
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And he tried, but before he could tell us he died
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When he left us the people cried,
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Oh where was he going to?
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He had a different idea
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A glimpse of the master plan
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He could see into the future
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A true visionary man
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But there's something he never told us
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It died when he went away
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If only he could have been with us
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No telling what he might say
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But he knew, he knew more than me or you
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No one could see his view
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Oh, where was he going to
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But he knew, you could tell by the picture he drew
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It was totally something new,
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Oh where was he going to?
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Portrait (He Knew)
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