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I had this feeling of life |
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Wandering |
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Through the field of an island |
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I'll be wondering |
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If it's a dream I'll be wise to |
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keep slumbering |
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Oh to be filled up with life |
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And be wandering |
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Through the streets I will find |
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I'll be wondering |
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If it's a joke I will laugh |
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Or just break down? |
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I couldn't be the one to follow |
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I couldn't if I tried |
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Following the aimless calling |
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Miracle conspires |
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To chase, in waster, an answer, folly! |
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Answer me reply! |
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I've already decided that |
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This feeling is mine |
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I'll be wandering |
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Through the streets I will find |
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It's best to be wandering |
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Even if I can't find |
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What I think is the light |
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I have this weakness to find |
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Or at least wander |
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I wouldn't have the need to follow |
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Anyone's advice |
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Navigating, edges fraying |
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Take me in the light |
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I wouldn't be denied because |
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In a dream I will find you |
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It's a wonder |
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I'll feel the need to confide |
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With only my eyes |
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Oh to be filled up with life |
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And be wandering |
