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pouring up the wine from yesterday |
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it tastes the same today |
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awakes the lynx in me |
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songs have often drawn me by their tales |
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an urge to set the sails |
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and go beyond the whales |
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gathering the best in everything |
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and all the places where I used to go |
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wondering still not wandering |
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a cowards heart refuses me to know |
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swallowing a journey from a glass |
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dividing emptiness and wine becomes a gas |
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all I have is what I need to give |
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in songs I breathe and live |
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the source will never leave |
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gathering the best in everything.... |
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in this travelogue I went nowhere |
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but my brain was always in the air....out somewhere |
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since the day I heard the dring I never left my chair |
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I never left my chair... I never left my chair..... |
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all I ever wanted was to swim and drown my fear of swimming...(and the water) |
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and on the other side to find the peace of soul and mind and you and I |
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a tickle in my nose of distant hills, beneath the crows upon the blue, I want to go |
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I want to know...what bothers me.... what eases you |
