| If there isn’t light when no one sees
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| then how can I know what you might believe?
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| A story told that can’t be real
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| somehow must reflect the truth we feel, yeah
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| Fade away, fade away
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| vanish into small
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| Fade away, fade away
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| break the crystal ball — OH!
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| It’s the sign
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| feels like the time!
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| On a small world, west of wonder
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| somwhere, nowhere all
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| There’s a rainbow that will shimmer
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| when the summer falls
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| If an echo doesn’t answer
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| when it hears a certain song
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| Then the beast is free to wander
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| but never is seen around
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| And it’s the Sign of the Southern Cross
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| it’s the Sign of the Southern Cross
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| all right
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| sail away
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| to the sign
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| ohh
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| From the book, the word is spoken
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| whispers from forgotten psalms
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| Gather all around the young ones
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| they will make us strong
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| Reach above your dreams of pleasure
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| given life to those who died
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| Look beyond your own horizons
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| sail the ship of signs
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| And it’s the Sign of the Southern Cross
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| it’s the Sign of the Southern Cross
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| Fade away, fade away
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| break the crystal ball
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| Fade away, fade away
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| I can’t accept it anymore
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| On a real world, west of wonder
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| somwhere, nowhere all
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| There’s a rainbow, see it shimmer
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| when the summer falls
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| From the book, the word is spoken
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| whispers from forgotten psalms
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| Gather all around the young ones
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| they will make us strong!
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| It’s the Sign of the Southern Cross
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| It’s the Sign of the Southern Cross
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| Don’t live for pleasure
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| make life your treasure
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| Fade away!
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| Eight miles high, about to fall
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| and no one there to catch you
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| look for the sign, the time
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| the Sign of the Southern Cross, yeah |