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A sense of silent light |
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Though the night still fills the air |
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A sense of moving water |
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Chasing voices in the datk |
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They arise out of the night |
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Tinged with dark hypnotic notes |
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They travel with the light |
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They reach the dawn the open air |
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They hit me in the sunrise |
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When I take a silent walk |
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Hypnotic power voices loud |
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Their sound cover the air |
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They linger in my consciousness |
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But no one seems to care |
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The world around me carries on |
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Am I alone to dare |
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Another reality |
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Another reality |
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Another reality |
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The river gently flows |
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Through a dry and meagre land |
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The silent ripples slowly |
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Reach the sound from an electric guitar |
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It travels with the wind |
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Reach the surface with a cry |
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Divides the water into |
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Streaming bright electric notes |
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I hear them in the sunset |
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When I take a silent walk |
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Electric power water notes |
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Their sound cover the air |
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They linger in my consciousness |
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But no one seems to care |
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The world around me carries on |
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Am I alone to dare |
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Another reality |
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Another reality |
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Another reality |
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Divides the water into |
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Streaming bright electric notes |
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Electric power water |
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Electric power water |
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Electric power water notes |
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Their sound cover the air |