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we're hunting open secrets |
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we're searching high and low |
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intrepid we might be we'll never know |
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under a press of canvas |
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we're on the parting of the ways |
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we lost the trace |
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we're gathering life's roses |
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we're in a quandary |
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but on the sly we never can't be free |
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we face the stormy petrel |
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and beg for wings to fly away |
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forever away |
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will all be there |
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at farpoint anywhere |
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my visions leading me that far |
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could we foresee |
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then we would turn the key |
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dimensions open who we are |
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our mascots left us lonely |
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inmidst our palisade |
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this ragged garden shows what we have made |
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we cut the old alliance |
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we skipped off from our legacy |
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how could we |
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the field of vision grows |
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your pounding heartbeat slows |
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the space age has begun beyond recall |
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[chorus] |
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[chorus] |
