Do you ever stop believing
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in the power of the human race?
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Do you ever start perceiving,
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in the image in the mirror
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a decided fall from grace?
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It's a product of your disconnected state
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As we turn into our fathers,
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as we strive to hold our deepest fears at bay
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Crashing headlong into others,
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blind to consequence, blind to any other way
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Simply doing what we must to make our way
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Well I say…
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Look inside
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You will find
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A hidden world of innocence and wonder
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Sanctuary, boat to carry you
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Across the river wide
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All you ever had to do was look inside
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I can hear the skeptics screaming,
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"Take your guitar and your pseudo-hippy pose
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Platitudes ain't got no bearing
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on the myth of my existence
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Or the weight of my own woes
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And the misery that only my heart knows."
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But I say…
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Look inside
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You will find
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A hidden world of innocence and wonder
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Sanctuary boat to carry you
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Across the river wide
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Look inside
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I was lost and disenchanted
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Just like you at one time
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All I ever had to do was look inside
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Look Inside
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| The Gathering Field |
