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I awoke this morning |
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Love laid me down by a river |
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Drifting I turned on upstream |
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Bound for my forgiver |
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In the giving of my eyes to see your face |
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Sound did silence me leaving no trace |
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I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories |
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Beg to hear your wonderous stories |
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He spoke of lands not far |
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Or lands they were in his mind |
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Of fusion captured high |
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Where reason captured his time |
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In no time at all he took me to the gate |
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In haste I quickly checked the time |
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If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories |
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I had to hear your wonderous stories |
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Hearing, hearing |
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Hearing your wonderous stories |
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Hearing your wonderous stories |
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It is no lie I see deeply into the future |
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Imagine everything |
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You're close and were you there to stand |
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So cautiously at first and then so high |
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As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky |
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I bid it to return |
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To hear your wonderous stories |
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Return to hear your wonderous stories |
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Return to hear your wonderous stories |
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Hearing, hearing |
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Hearing, hearing |
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Hearing |
