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Here I am, can you feel me breating |
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In the rhythm of the world I'm in |
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Here I am, can you feel me breathing |
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In the rhythm of the world I'm in |
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Reaching out I caress the trees |
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While the sun revolves above me |
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Teh air is so rich I can almost drink it |
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Dance like a fay twixt tree and stream so cold |
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The true philosopher's stones |
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Never shall turn nothing into gold |
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Now they tell me I must lay me down |
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Once more they'll lock they door |
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But of leaves of green my pillow is |
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And free I'll disppear in the thicket |
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The tru philosopher's stones |
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Never shall turn nothing into gold |
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I'm awoken in the woods |
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I'm searching for the nevershining stones |
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And the man in white say I can't hear the birds |
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singing |
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I'm awoken in the woods |
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I'm closer to the everlasting truth |
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And the man in white says I can't hear them |
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The wealth of mine is not like thine of gold shining |
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Tree and leaf my treasures are |
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Living like me, and dying |
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I'm awoken in the woods |
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I'm searching for the nevershining stones |
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And the man in white say I can't hear the birds |
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singing |
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I'm awoken in the woods |
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I'm closer to the everlasting truth |
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And the man in white says I can't hear them |
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I'm awoken in the woods |
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I'm searching for the nevershining stones |
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And the man in white, and the man in white |
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I'm awoken in the woods |
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I'm closer to the everlasting truth |
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And the man in white says I can't hear them |
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Now I'm here behind rubber walls |
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And they tell me my forest never was at all |
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Not in a thousand years |
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Was it the drugs they gave to calm me |
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Or something into my mind through generations fed |
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And it it's all gone only a collective memory |
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Are we then dead |
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Is this the kingdom of the mad |
