| Call me an unbeliever, maybe a skeptical
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| I just can’t understand what seems to be above us all
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| Some people preach of glory, seeking a mystical
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| Why won’t they realize the dream they seek controls them all?
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| Across each land and country, through nations big and small
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| A force invisible, created by its own people
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| They seek for good intentions, spreading what they think is right
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| But really all they ever do is bring a neverending fight
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| Why not make up our own minds?
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| We all have nothing to hide…
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| You have it all down inside
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| No one can tell you how to think
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| It’s your heart and mind
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| You have control of your life
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| Riding on wings up to unbroken light
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| Waking up to a day of nothing, the mind is set to something told
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| Another dawn that has no worth, a hope adorned you can’t behold
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| Working through each day for something that one day you think you’ll earn
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| But why waste time for something then, when everything now’s for what you yearn?
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| Life’s too short to sit and cry
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| One day you live, another you die
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| You have it all down inside
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| No one can tell you how to think
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| It’s your heart and mind
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| You have control of your life
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| Riding on wings up to unbroken light
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| You have it all down inside
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| No one can tell you how to think
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| It’s your heart and mind
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| You have control of your life
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| Riding on wings up to unbroken light
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| You have it all down inside
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| And you have control of your life
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| No one can tell you
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| Just leave all your worries
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| And free your mind
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| Again… |