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The wise man said just walk this way. To the dawn of the light. The wind will blow into your face. As the years pass you by. Hear this voice from deep inside. It's the call of your heart. Close your eyes and your will find. The passage out of the dark. Here I am, Will you send me an angel? Here I am, In the land of the morning star.
The wise man said just find your place. In the eye of the storm. Seek the roses along the way. Just beware of the thorns.
The wise man said just raise your hand, And reach out for the spell. Find the door to the promised land. Just believe in yourself. Hear this voice from deep inside. It's the call of your heart. Close your eyes and your will find The passage out of the dark.
The time has come, For me to talk to you. And I don't mean To hurt your pride. But everybody needs a friend sometimes, To make you see the light.
In the game of life, The strong survive. We're on a one-way street. We gotta make it out alive. And never let 'em drag us down. In the game of life. We live and die. Another breath begins. Another chance to win the fight. From the moment that you hit the ground. In the game of life.
You're born to hunt. And never run away. And then you're hunted. By the prey, The wounded deer Leaps highest to the sun. Until his day is done..
The wise man said just find your place. In the eye of the storm. Seek the roses along the way. Just beware of the thorns.
The wise man said just raise your hand, And reach out for the spell. Find the door to the promised land. Just believe in yourself. Hear this voice from deep inside. It's the call of your heart. Close your eyes and your will find The passage out of the dark.
The time has come, For me to talk to you. And I don't mean To hurt your pride. But everybody needs a friend sometimes, To make you see the light.
In the game of life, The strong survive. We're on a one-way street. We gotta make it out alive. And never let 'em drag us down. In the game of life. We live and die. Another breath begins. Another chance to win the fight. From the moment that you hit the ground. In the game of life.
You're born to hunt. And never run away. And then you're hunted. By the prey, The wounded deer Leaps highest to the sun. Until his day is done..
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