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On the Island |
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There are no places or people |
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But I'll go walking |
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And on the way I'll find you |
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On the way I'll find |
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The magic trick inverts |
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And the way to get there |
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Is going round in circles |
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And the way to get there |
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La-da-da-da-da-da-da |
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I am the searchlight |
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Not the seeker, not the found |
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I am the midwife |
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Not the newborn, not the bearer |
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Gave birth to the child and came back again |
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Shut your eyes and listen |
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And the way to get there |
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La-da-da-da-da-da-da |
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I am the wood fire |
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Not the broken, not the crowned |
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I am the midwife |
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Gave birth to the child and came back again |
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I am the murder |
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Not the suspect, not the victim |
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I am the reasons |
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Not the questions, not the answers (the air) |
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I am the mourner |
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Not the suspect, not the victim |
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I am the reasons |
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Not the question, not the answers (the air) |
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La-da-da-da, where ever you will find them |