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Another familiar accident changes where I call home |
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The thing that I needed the most was to simply be alone |
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Away from the baltimore winter and trying to maintain |
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Quiet and calmness position despite the heart in pain |
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So I look to stars and I look to the sea |
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And I look to the faces on the street |
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And I look to the sky and I look to the moon |
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And I look to the future as it blooms |
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I watched a birth of a minute, an hour and a year |
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But all the days turn to ribbons of time, still seems unclear |
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Watch out an instinct exchange into wrinkles, pain and death |
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Watch how my memories collect as I take a final breath |
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So I look to stars and I look to the sea |
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And I look to the faces on the street |
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And I look to the sky and I look to the moon |
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And I look to the future as it blooms |
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And as it blooms here |
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Somewhere else breaks |
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The world is always half asleep and half awake |
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And when it aches here |
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Somewhere else blooms |
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The light I see reflected off the darkest moon |
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So I look to stars and I look to the sea |
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And I look to the faces on the street |
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And I look to the sky and I look to the moon |
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And I look to the future as it blooms |