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Cannonballs ricochet around the room |
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I hurry home to lick my wounds |
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I stumble home to Oceanea |
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A nightingale sang above my mother's tomb |
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Twilight in the afternoon |
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I stumble home to Oceanea |
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Not far from here |
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In some other ecozone |
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The crocuses are still in bloom |
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I stumble home to Oceanea |
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And I'm free |
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I'm soaring on a thermal wind |
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I'm learning how to shed my skin |
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I made it home to Oceanea |
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[Eddi Reader:] |
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Not far from here |
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In some other ecozone |
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The crocuses are still in bloom |
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You stumble home to Oceanea |
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And you are free |
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You're soaring on a thermal wind |
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You're learning how to shed your skin |
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You made it home to Oceanea |
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You made it home to Oceanea |
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[radio chatter] |
