Before the truth will come to fill our eyesThe wool comes down in the form of fireAnd when the answers and the truth have cut their tiesWill you still find meWill you still see me through smoke I was born in a house in a town just like your ownI was raised to believe in the power of the unknownWhen the answers and the truth have cut their tiesWill you still find meWill you still see me through smoke Who do you believe when you can't get throughWhen everything you know seems so untrueWhen I'm lost in a place that I thought I knewGive me some way that I might find you
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