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Free as the wind |
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Tall as a tree |
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Wide as a mind |
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Deep as a sea |
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You crawled on my land |
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Now I grow in your hand |
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Always like the first time |
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Unlike the others |
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They're so-so |
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So called lovers |
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Theirs is the push that comes to shove |
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But not in our evolution |
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It's natural |
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From great to grand |
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True love is never really planned |
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And wipes the memory of those who came |
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Before our evolution |
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It's natural |
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And with you see me walk on air |
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I know that |
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I can do it |
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When you're holding tightly to my sleeve |
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The one with my heart upon it |
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Hard as a mountain range |
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Bright as a harvest moon |
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The set gets rearranged |
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But there's still time to join our show |
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Every dog must have its day |
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Everyone's a winner |
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And every time the lights go down on us |
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I'm the bginner [sic] |
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How lady luck has changed "So long Salem" |
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The set gets rearranged |
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But there's still time to join the show |
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Free as the wind |
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Tall as a tree |
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Wide as a mind |
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Deep as a sea |
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An interlude |
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With haunting melodies of nursery rhymes |
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Singing the changes, singing the changes, singing... |
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I hear talk of classroom drama |
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Maybe it's a kind of psychodrama |
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Children, the mirrors of our yesterdays |
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On the land out of the sea |
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Blowing in the breeze |
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Mind over metaphor |
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Fall in love with innocence |
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Don't dally long with diligence |
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Stand up choose me |
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Don't refuse me |
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They pawned our world of peace |
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A flock of sheep to fleece |
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Our flood of love won't cease |
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No harm can come our way |
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And it's easy to see what sets us apart |
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From the creatures still on the ocean bed |
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Our evolution it's natural |
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It goes from great to grand |
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Falls into place like something that we planned |
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When you curl your arms around my frame |
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Or curl your lips around my name |
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And do just what comes natural |
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The first thing on your mind |
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Do just what comes natural |
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I prefer your kind of human nature |
