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Oh we'll fly in on the spring breeze, |
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shoutin dreams from the smile on our face. |
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On flyin horses came the Oak trees |
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showin unity to the human race. |
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Our words are too far from earth we're told |
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to ever be any worth. |
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But we'll tell you for the good of your souls; |
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live your dreams to find the truth. |
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Feet on earth, head in sky, |
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heart throbs in-between. |
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Finger tips on waves of thought |
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that no man's ever seen. |
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So don't let fear of pain emerge |
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and kill us before we speak. |
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For we are His messengers |
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to give strength to the weak. |
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We'll carry our enchanted sticks, |
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we'll live in our enchanted land. |
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Enchanted by the touch of god |
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or can't you understand. |
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Dream you're on a schooner |
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in the waters of all time. |
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Or in a tee-pee on the plains |
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chantin all time magic rhymes |
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Feet on earth, head in sky, |
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heart throbs in-between. |
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Finger tips on waves of thought |
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that no man's ever seen. |
