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Hold your head up high you know you've Come a long way, a long way Tainted as a fugitive with nothing left to say Temptation may come hope your vision
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, Emotion revealed as the ocean maid, As a movement regained and regarded both the same, All complete in
So take your time Look 'round and see The most in time is where you?re meant to be For you are light Inside your dreams For you will find that it?s something
When I'm walking beside her People tell me I'm lucky Yes, I know I'm a lucky guy I remember the first time I was lonely without her Can't stop thinking
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Here are the books of Luke You need them to open the seed To see what goes on in the world Here in my mind Catch the wind and hold on tight To what we
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Look at the sad goodbyes Everyday's a killing time Sun coming up outside No men are born this time Saturday's child stays home Nothing to say so long
You're first I'm last You're thirst I'm asked to justify Killing our last heaven beast Don't hunt the whale In beauty vision do we offer much If we reason
Finally, we put it to the test Dedicate to the true believer in you Finally, put it to the test Finally Make no mistake to the mainstream Music be the
Carry forth as a guardian to kingdom come With your daggers of the spirit Let the dagger run with the fist of fire Be the master now as the darkness of
Here we are trying to mend all the broken hearts In a world where the pain is the fear Ain't no doubt there's a method to madness here Set your clock
Come into the light, passing through wisdom Hoping for love, all of the moves Don't come across, you get too much Everybody needs it, don't show your
My eyes see the coming revolution My eyes see the glory of the world My eyes see the coming revolution My eyes see the glory of the world My eyes see
Fortune, seller Finder, seeker Giver, taker Wisdom keeper Fortune, sailing Finder, seeker Giver, taker Wisdom maker Take hold of the answer Give life
(Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Chris Squire/Rick Wakeman/Alan White) In the fountains of the universe (set time in accord) Sits the bouychild Solomon (Ever