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Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face, |
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With stars to fill my dream |
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I am a traveler of both time and space |
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To be where I have been |
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To sit with elders of a gentle race, |
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This world has seldom seen |
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They talk of days for which they sit and wait |
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When all will be revealed. |
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Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, |
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Whose sounds caress my ear |
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Though not a word I heard could I relate, |
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The story was quite clear |
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Whoa-oh-oh |
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Whoa-oh, oh-oh. |
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Ooh, baby, I've been flyin' |
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Noooo-yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' |
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Oh, ooh, yeah, I've been flyin' |
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Ma-ma-ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin', yeah. |
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Oh, all I see turns to brown |
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As the sun burns the ground |
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And my eyes fill with sand |
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As I scan this wasted land |
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Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I been. |
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Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace |
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Like thoughts inside a dream |
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Heed the path that led me to that place, |
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Yellow desert stream |
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My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, |
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I will return again |
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Sure as the dust that floats high in June |
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When movin' through Kashmir. |
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Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails |
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Across the sea of years |
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With no provision but an open face, |
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Along the straits of fear |
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Whoa-oh, whoa-oh |
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Whoa-oh, oh, oh. |
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Oh, when I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah |
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When I see, when I see the way you stay, yeah... |
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Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down |
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Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down, so down |
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Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there |
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Oh, oh, come on, come on, oh, let me take you there |
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Let me take you there |
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Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah... |
