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You see, the waters running down to the sea |
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You see, the mountains stand majestic and free |
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You see, the trees and flowers and the sky |
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You are asking why you are born for today, born for today |
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All thing around you it's not really to be seen |
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It's a picture of a great fantastic dream |
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You feel the winds of change, the sounds of rearrange |
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And that somebody screams: "Hey man, what do you look so strange?" |
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Know it on the way of our poor dependent time |
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Chasing like they learned you but they want to keep you blind |
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Search for out from heaven while you're creeping on the ground |
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Playing in a band is only one way to be found |
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Know it on the way of our poor dependent time |
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Chasing like they learned you but they want to keep you blind |
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Everything around you was not really to be seen |
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It's a picture of a great fantastic dream |
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Fantastic dream |
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Fantastic dream |
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Fantastic dream |
