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It's not easy pulling music from the noise |
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You walk among the mad with dignity and poise |
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And when the sadness finds its way into your heart |
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All the sweetness and light begins its flowing |
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Weaving miracles like blankets |
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Working spells before your eyes |
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The past is heavy like a deep and silent sea |
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In your slumber it appears to hold the key |
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And when nostalgia finds its way into your heart |
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All the sweetness and light begins its flowing |
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Throwing light upon the waters |
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As you map the ocean floor |
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And in the quiet centre |
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Where the light begins to shine |
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It's only there that you can |
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Beat the darkness every time |
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Oh, it's a kind of happy |
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It's the best you'll ever know |
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You draw upon it every day |
