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Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face |
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And 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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T' sit with elders of the gentle race |
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This world has seldom seen |
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Th' talk of days for which they sit and wait |
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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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But not a word I heard could I relate |
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The story was quite clear |
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Whoa-hoh, whoa-wa-oh |
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Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin' |
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Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' |
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Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying |
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Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin' |
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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 beeeeeuhoaoh |
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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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Will return again |
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Sure as the dust that floats b'hind you |
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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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'Long the straits of fear |
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Whaoh, whaoh |
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Whaoh-oh, oh |
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Ohhhh |
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Well, when I want, 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, well I'm down, yes |
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Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down |
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Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there |
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Oh, oh, come on, come on |
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Oh, let me take you there |
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Let me take you there |
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Whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, let me take you |