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In the morning your face cracks and falls to the sea |
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The sun follows your step end leads you back to me |
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You keep telling yourself that you're here but you're not alone |
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And you get the feeling that your mind is not your own |
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In the evening the sun's red gown turns to brown |
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The moon follows you to the beach then it swallows you down |
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Strange how you change and end up at her feet |
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You keep telling yourself but you know your not be believed |
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You and me and Hercules in between |
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You and me and Hercules in between |
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Shadows rise from the plain...fifty men row |
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In the distance the ships in the waves cash in their load |
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On the hill stands Colossus and your mind is freezed |
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Clouds from your past now at last open to reveal |
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You and me and Hercules in between |
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You and me and Hercules in between |
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Cross the desert sand no one knows your name |
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And you wish you were somewhere else with some kind of fame |
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What appears as your shadow is formless as a mist |
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You keep telling your friends you know.. it exists |
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One become two then before you... turns to three |
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Words climb your tongue... like a ladder to speak |
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Drifting as you go but you row..'til it seems |
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All is one. All is mind,all is lost and you find |
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All is dream |
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You and me Hercules in between... |
