| The sun comes out from a sea of clouds
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| I shed my disguise
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| We laugh out loud
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| I am sure that someday soon we’ll all be just fine
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| I hear a choir of angels on a dead end street
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| The faces of children make me believe that someday
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| Some day soon the dark will subside
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| We’re calling out answers we don’t know
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| Calling on friends we thought we’d lost
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| We all have to see what we’ve become
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| Waiting on chances so far gone
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| Hoping our answers light the dark
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| Praying someday soon we’ll understand
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| As we search for the promised land
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| I see a holy host of sweet confusion
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| And we all bleed but some men choose to stand up
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| Stand up straight when there’s something to lose
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| It’s not armies at war
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| A search for the truth
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| The questions we ask leave us more confused
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| There’s nowhere left to rest
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| So what can we do
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| We’re calling out answers we don’t know
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| Calling on friends we thought we’d lost
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| We all have to see what we’ve become
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| Waiting on chances so far gone
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| Hoping our answers light the dark
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| Praying someday soon we’ll understand
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| As we search for the promised land
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| I swear I believe
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| I said, «I swear I believe»
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| I said, «I swear I believe»
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| I said, «I swear I believe»
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| We’re calling out answers we don’t know
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| Calling on friends we thought we’d lost
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| We all have to see what we’ve become
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| Waiting on chances so far gone
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| Hoping our answers light the dark
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| Praying someday soon we’ll understand
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| As we search for the promised land
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| I swear I believe
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| I said, «I swear I believe»
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| I said, «I swear I believe»
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| I said, «I swear I believe» |