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I put my message in a bottle |
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An threw it out into the sea |
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I let it go north with a freight train |
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So it could reach the midnight sun |
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So it could reach the midnight sun |
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I let it catch the passing south wind |
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On a journey through a desert land |
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But every morning when I woke up |
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It was just coming back to me |
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It was just coming back to me |
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I scratched the surface |
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Wanted to break through |
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To find out what it hides |
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Inside the closed an hidden chambers |
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Inside sealed and puzzled night |
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Inside the sealed and puzzled night |
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I scratched my skin |
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I just had to break through |
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To find out what I hide inside |
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My precious body in the moonlight |
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Inside my puzzled arcs of sound |
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Inside my puzzled arcs of sound |
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I tried to walk through en aye of a needle |
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Pass through an hourglass |
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I even swam under sic glowing bridges |
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To set my message free |
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But it was just coming back to me |
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I tried to dance on the edge of an hour |
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Break through my wars of will |
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I even scanned the complete horizon |
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To set my message free |
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But it was just coming back to me |
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But it was just coming back to me |
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I looked out across the old river |
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I looked straight into the eye of the dawn |
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I saw the fishermen carry their burden |
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And expected the wind to bring me a song |
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I expected the wind to bring me a song |
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But the morning continued in silence |
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The sounds were hiding behind the clouds |
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They'll be back with the soaring seagulls |
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They will bring me my message back |
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They will bring me my arcs of sound |
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On the edge of an hour |
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Through an hourglass |
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The complete horizon |
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To set my message free |
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But it was just coming back to me |
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But it was just coming back to me |
