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It was an april morning when they told us we should go |
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As i turn to you, you smiled at me |
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How could we say no? |
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With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had |
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Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again |
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Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know |
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Below the streets that steam and hiss, |
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The devil's in his hole |
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Oh to sail away, to sandy lands and other days |
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Oh to touch the dream, hides inside and never seen. |
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Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown |
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The shackles of commitment fell, in pieces on the ground |
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Oh to ride the wind, to tread the air above the din |
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Oh to laugh aloud, dancing as we fought the crowd |
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To seek the man whose pointing hand, the giant step unfolds |
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With guidance from the curving path, that churns up into stone |
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If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king |
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So fast the heart should beat, as proud the head with heavy feet. |
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Days went by when you and i, bathed in eternal summers glow |
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As far away and distant, our mutual child did grow |
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Oh the sweet refrain, soothes the soul and calms the pain |
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Oh albion remains, sleeping now to rise again |
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Wandering & wandering, what place to rest the search |
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The mighty arms of atlas, hold the heavens from the earth |
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The mighty arms of atlas, hold the heavens from the earth |
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From the earth... |
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I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way (x2) |
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Oh the mighty arms of atlas, hold the heavens from the earth. |
