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We've finally made a great escape; |
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Tell me friend, what is this place? |
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The look on your face says it all... |
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The blades of grass refuse to bend |
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And I can see right through you friend |
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Oh, what kind of trickery is this? |
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Oh Lord, I've waited so long for this... |
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Now that I'm here I don't know where to go |
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Here in the foothills of heaven |
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I hope to be rid of the world I have known |
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From the hills came beings of light: |
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Such glorious creatures |
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Such a glorious sight |
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Ah, I couldn't help but tremble |
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And here at the sight of an angel |
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It never occurred what a wretch I had been |
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Come now, follow me gladly |
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Soon all the grass you shall learn how to bend |
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The world you are running from is filled with the grumbling of miserable tongues |
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Oh, the journey is cumbersome |
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This great divorce you shall soon overcome |
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Soon overcome |
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Here in the foothills of heaven |
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It's hard to believe what I've seen |
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Sometimes my eyes can deceive me |
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I'm weary of all that I fail to perceive |
