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In the middle of nowhere |
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when we're looking for something |
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then we raise our heads for the colour red |
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I am too a spirit and a wonderer |
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and I welcomed the dew as much as you did |
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When we're looking for brushwood |
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in the nearest neighbourhood |
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then we follow the sky with the eye |
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we search vegetation |
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and surprised by the rain |
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we're stumbling, tripping home again |
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In the middle of nowhere |
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when we're looking for something |
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then we raise our heads for the colour red |
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I am too a spirit and a walker |
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and I welcomed the dew as much as you did |
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We found the little man |
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and his aeroplane |
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but we never located the animal |
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Examined the dirty ground |
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like it never been done |
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Modern exploring of 1991 |