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"
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I Believe
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Ron Pope |