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    Yesterday's wars stack up like old papers on the floor
    Pounding like old knocks upon my door
    Breaking like the ocean, washing through my hands
    Changing this old mountain into sand

    You know me by the stories I have made
    You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
    And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
    Does the truth filter down through the ages
    We cannot see the end so here we must begin
    Tell me, what will we write on these pages?

    Life's open road, showing only what it wants to show
    Callin' when it's time for us to go
    Driven by emotion, pushing from the past
    Runnin' till our spirit's free at least

    You know me by the stories I have made
    You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
    And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
    Does the truth filter down through the ages
    We cannot see the end so here we must begin
    Tell me, what will we write on these pages?

    Down through history we race across
    Borders into empty space we write
    A chapter of fable, a line, a trace
    Another heart may follow

    You know me by the stories I have made
    You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
    And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
    Does the truth filter down through the ages
    We cannot see the end so here we must begin
    Tell me, what will we write on these pages?

    We cannot see the end, so here we must begin
    Tell me, what will we write on these pages?

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