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Sometimes |
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I feel like a twig floating down a stream |
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Don't know where it's going |
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Don't know what it means |
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And that stream always ends up at the sea |
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And it's strange, as this is where |
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I wanna be |
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And I know |
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I'll find those of my kind |
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To share these words and rhyme |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like a fish in the sea |
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And I realise that we're all already here with me |
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And as I stand on the edge of the world |
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And I look into your eyes |
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I realise you're still there |
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I thought you'd gone, like the windblown leaves |
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Then I remember in |
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Zabrze Chile and in |
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Poland our homeland |
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Dzien dobry, jak sie mamy |
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I was scared |
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I wouldn't see you again |
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I just couldn't see how |
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But from an acorn grows an oak |
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I should know that by now |
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So I stand on the edge of the world |
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And I look into your eyes |
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And I realise |
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That this was never meant to end |
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And I can now call you my friends |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like a twig in a stream |
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Don't know where it's going |
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Don't know what it means |
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And I know |
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I'll find some peace of mind |
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And I will always be back some day |
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And as I travel the far points of the earth |
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I will keep you in my mind |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like a twig in a stream |
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Heading out to sea |
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It's then |
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I know I'll never be alone |
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It's then |
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I know I'm home |