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wake me on the softer side of heaven |
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in a land of healty minds |
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light, carry me high |
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float me down west of the lazy river |
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before these heavy stones sink our soaring heads |
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breathless morning put your head in my hands |
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night grows stele by the break of the dawn |
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take me where you're eyes are always blooming |
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the golden leaves, the red pine trees |
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what dreams may come |
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i wonder where we'll wind up when its over |
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falling like the stars right out of heavens mouth |
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breatless morning put your head in my hands |
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night grows stale by the break of the dawn |
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fever, fever, fever, flood the door |
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shiny, shiny, shiny, crack of light |
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outside flushs white |
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warmer tones than before outline flushes free |
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free of light, free of me |
