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Let's face the quiet before the storm |
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Flying carpets we'll be gliding on |
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Don't you pleaes disillusion me |
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Open your eyes for the promised land to be seen |
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Oh consider well which way you might go |
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Ravens certainly will not show |
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Standing on the corner with a mind delay |
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Ain't today tomorrow's yesterday |
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Memories surfing upon red waves |
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Time sometime hurts but time often saves |
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Slow motion pictures, coloured sounds |
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Fly fish jumping all aorund |
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You don't know 'bout the games they play |
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Only children instinctively know the way |
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Shall we apologise that we've been born |
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Instead of blowing the golden horn |
