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From the Album:* |
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Eight miles high |
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When daylight and nighttime feel the same |
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It's time for your mind to play the game |
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Close all your eyes and touch the air |
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Reach for the hand that must be there |
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You can hide away from realityand you can't escape |
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Yesterday |
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I felt itand the first thing |
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I thoughtNever let go |
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I held it as close as |
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I couldWhen it didn't grow like it shouldand then, after hours, |
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I opened my head |
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Found myself back on the floor near my bed |
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Nothing has changed, it was all the same again |
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Oh, yeah,........ |
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When daylight and nighttime feel the same |
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It's time for your mind to play a game |
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Close all your eyes and touch the air |
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Reach for the hand that must be thereyou can hide away from realityand you can't escape |
