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Isn't it lovely: the rhythm of the sea |
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That deep black blue whispers gentle melodies |
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Isn't it lovely: the pitter-patter of the rain |
| [00:36.91] |
The drops fall upon your face each with it's own domain |
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The sky is vast with stars and it seems impossible |
| [00:51.28] |
To find a place where there is endless amounts of time and space |
| [00:57.96] |
But somehow... that beauty's lost in the need to - |
| [01:05.30] |
Need to be just another symphony |
| [01:11.27] |
Another weak beat in a worn out tune but never |
| [01:18.75] |
Of who we are, who we need to be, |
| [01:26.42] |
What we could do with our own simple melody |
| [01:48.84] |
Isn't it lovely: the disposition of the trees |
| [01:55.78] |
So peaceful as they dismiss their falling leaves |
| [02:03.30] |
Isn't it lovely: that foggy morning rusty sun |
| [02:10.18] |
Perched on your window sill revealing shades and hues |
| [02:17.28] |
The sky is vast with stars and it seems impossible |
| [02:24.32] |
To find a place where there is endless amounts of time and space |
| [02:31.30] |
But somehow... that beauty's lost in the need to - |
| [02:37.81] |
Need to be just another symphony |
| [02:44.40] |
Another weak beat in a worn out tune but never |
| [02:51.99] |
Of who we are, who we need to be, |
| [02:59.54] |
What we could do with our own simple melody |
