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There's a low and distant moonlit plain |
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Where You And I will walk again, |
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Looking up, as the light shines through the water to our hearts. |
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Standing Stones and distant shores |
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Beckon us to seek out more than what is real, |
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Discover how to feel, this endless day. |
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As the city simmers softly, |
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We're not even there, |
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We got lost - somewhere |
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As twilight shifts to semi-dark, |
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There's traffic caught round East End Park |
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The journey home with life's catalogue of groans |
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Is going on - all night |
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But the fish still swim around those stones |
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In their eternal home in the minds of those, |
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Who never could suppose that they weren't real |
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Let me push you in the picture! |
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We can swim with the pyramids and stars, |
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They're right there in the world that we drive through |
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And if I find a way, to get there some day |
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I'll let you know |
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And I think it's strange, it seems so real, |
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Strange, the way I feel I know this! |
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Strange, the more we grow, the more our minds will close |
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So we miss so much of what we were always searching. |
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These two halves of the problem |
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Are joined like the sides of a coin |
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We feel them, we see them, but do nothing |
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On the Flyover it's hard to blend, |
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Waterfalls that never end into this world, |
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It's as though we'd never heard those songs at all |
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And each morning at a given time, |
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So many sign that dotted line that leads them where |
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They seems to waste their days and thoughts |
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I want to leap into the oceans |
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Swim with the pyramids and stars |
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They're right there in the world that we drive through |
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and if i find a way, to get there some day |
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I'll let you know |
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It's there in the world that we drive through |
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It's there when we look at the screen |
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It's not in our imagination |
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Not part of some wild crazy dream |
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It's all there!!! |
