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Waiting for a beam |
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To break through here |
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A chain way vision |
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All bright and clear |
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And they talk |
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And they dance |
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I was expecting something pure |
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With a golden hair |
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Arms full of bracelets |
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And smoke in the air |
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And they talk |
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And they dance |
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Here comes darkness |
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Just afternoon |
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Waiting for a sign |
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If I survive, |
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I'll worship the moon |
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Or something |
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Anything This must be it |
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Long for bliss |
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First it was so quiet |
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Now I know |
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I'm not alone in here |
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And they talked |
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And they danced |
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Two omens collide in my open hand |
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Making me a viewer |
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I am what |
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I have seen |
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And they talk |
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And they dance |
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Your hand on my hips |
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Speak friendly to me |
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I've been studying for years |
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Patiently |
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Is this as far as you can take me? |
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This must be it |
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Long for bliss |
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First it was so quiet |
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Now I know |
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I'm not alone in here |
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And they talked |
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And they danced |
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This must be it |
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Long for bliss |
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First it was so quiet |
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Now I know |
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I'm not alone in here |
|
And they talked |
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And they danced |
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This must be it |
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Long for bliss |
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First it was so quiet |
|
Now I know |
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I'm not alone in here |
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This must be it |
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Long for bliss |
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First it was so quiet |
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Now I know |
|
I'm not alone in here |
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And they talked |
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And they danced |