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I am not on top of a mountain and |
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I am not under the ground |
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I am not spilling over the edges and |
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I am not easily found |
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I am not in a shelter from the winter |
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When your head is buried in the sand |
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Why do the secret sellers explain things |
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Things I already understand |
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And who do you think I am |
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Yes you who do you say I am |
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Once when I was flying past the steeple |
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The bells were ringing in my ears |
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And I was counting the broken-hearted people |
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And I was following their tears |
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I am not sinking in the sadness |
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I am not throwing bitter stones |
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I do not worry who will mind me |
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I am not dancing alone |
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But you who do you think I am |
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Yes you who do you say I am |
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Is it winter where you are |
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Try to find me if you can |
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When it's over it's never over |
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And when it's empty it's never gone |
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I am in silence gone from danger |
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Far away is the forgotten one |
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I am headed from that distant lighthouse |
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I am twisting towards the sun |
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I wrap around me all your goodness |
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If I go that way am I the only one |
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But you who do you think I am |
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Yes you who do you say I am |
