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Now Is The Day
All the way from America, you're riding in to town
With your head in the Snowplains you hardly touched the ground
You tell me how its gonna be
You tell me how its gonna be
All the way from the badlands, you read between the lines
Reaching out for the sick hands, to all the tiny minds
You show me where you're gonna go
You show me where you're gonna go
Now is the day that we've been longing to start
They don't understand your point of view
Show me the way to drum the beat from your heart
And take all the pain you're going through
It's in the fields and the alleyways, its burning through the town
Crawling out from the subway, to turn up over ground
You tell me how its gonna be
You tell me how its gonna be
Well I believe in another way, that you couldn't understand
We'll see a chance in a new day and seize it from your hand
Don't tell me how its gonna be
Don't tell me how its gonna be
Now is the day that we've been longing to start
They don't understand your point of view
Show me the way to drum the beat from your heart
And take all the pain you're going through
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And take all the pain you're going through
Show me the way to drum the beat from your heart
They don't understand your point of view
Now is the day that we've been longing to start
Don't tell me how its gonna be
Don't tell me how its gonna be
We'll see a chance in a new day and seize it from your hand
Well I believe in another way, that you couldn't understand
You tell me how its gonna be
You tell me how its gonna be
Crawling out from the subway, to turn up over ground
It's in the fields and the alleyways, its burning through the town
And take all the pain you're going through
Show me the way to drum the beat from your heart
They don't understand your point of view
Now is the day that we've been longing to start
You show me where you're gonna go
You show me where you're gonna go
Reaching out for the sick hands, to all the tiny minds
All the way from the badlands, you read between the lines
You tell me how its gonna be
You tell me how its gonna be
With your head in the Snowplains you hardly touched the ground
All the way from America, you're riding in to town
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