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The world began to change |
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The children moved and they had children |
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It was all arranged, you couldn't live there anymore |
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All you had was that old place |
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In the middle of the path of progress |
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So they took the space and put the ceiling on the floor |
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In one of the rooms all the walls were blue |
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It was hidden so well that no one knew |
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Just the place for taking in the view |
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The view was of the sea, crisp and clear and never ending |
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There your soul ran free, there you spirit soared |
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The view took you away to the boundaries of imagination |
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Back to yesterday, back to once before |
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In one of the rooms all the walls were blue |
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A mysterious space without a clue |
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Just the place for taking in the view |
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Long lives need no fortune |
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Hard lives need no fame |
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Young lives seek their freedom |
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And old lives seek the same |
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The world began to change |
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And without a word of explanation |
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Something very strange started beckoning to you |
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When they came to move your things |
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You had packed a suitcase full of memories |
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Nothing else to bring except a different point of view |
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In one of the rooms all the walls were blue |
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A mysterious space without a clue |
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Just the place for taking in the view |