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There once was a note, pure and easy, |
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Playing so free, like a breath rippling by. |
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The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me, |
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Forever we blend it, forever we die. |
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I listened and I heard music in a word, |
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And words when you played your guitar, |
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The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering, |
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And a child flew past me riding in a star. |
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As people assemble, |
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Civilization is trying to find a new way to die, |
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But killing is really merely scene changer, |
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All men are bored with other men's lies. |
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I listened and I heard music in a word, |
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And words when you played your guitar, |
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The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering, |
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And a child flew past me riding in a star. |
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Gas on the hillside, oil in the teacup, |
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Watch all the chords of life lose their joy, |
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Distortion becomes somehow pure in its wildness, |
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The note that began all can also destroy. |
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We all know success when we all find our own dreams, |
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And our love is enough to knock down any walls, |
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And the future's been seen as men try to realize, |
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The simple secret of the note in us all. |
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I listened and I heard music in a word, |
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And words when you played your guitar, |
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The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering, |
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And a child flew past me riding in a star. |
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There once was a note, pure and easy, |
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Playing so free, like a breath rippling by. |
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There once was a note, listen (x 18) |