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The arrows already in flight
The power is locked in the night
You’re caught by police as you search for your keys
And the clocks all sink out of your sight
The clocks all sink out of your sight

The suits are all pressed in the room
But they look just like white shiny tombs
A man dressed in black
Says it’s hope that you lack
And he sends you on out to your doom
he sends you on out to your doom

The coffin, the canyon, the stones
The place you are standing alone
The sparrows may sing and the church bells may ring
But you’re doubting the king on the throne
You’re wondering if there’s a king at all on the throne

The fire in your chest, at your feet
There’s someone you’re dying to meet
You’ve met him before
On some bright distant shore
By a river that runs to the sea
that river that runs to the the sea

So send messengers out past the walls
I hope that he’ll answer your calls
For your sake and mine,
Give some sight to the blind
Or we’ll never see heaven at all
Or we’ll never see freedom at all

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