| Well I’m feeling, about the same, about the same
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| Still dreaming, about the rain, that summer rain
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| And I’m falling, like a tiny falling star
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| Still calling, always calling from afar
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| Looking for a lantern in the mists of time
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| Looking for a lighthouse with a light to shine
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| Searching for a church with a bell to chime
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| Looking for a lantern in the mists of time
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| It’s a pleasure and it’s a pain
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| It’s a state of grace, a special place, a time that knows no shame
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| It’s like heaven, it’s like heaven here on Earth
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| Neither here nor there, curse or prayer, no sense of what it’s worth
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| Looking for a church with a bell to chime
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| Looking for a lighthouse with a light to shine
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| Looking for a lantern in the mists of time
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| I’m looking for a lantern in the mists of time
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| Looking for a lantern in the mists of time
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| Looking for a lighthouse with a light to shine
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| Searching for a church with a bell to chime
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| Looking for a lantern in the mists of time
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| I’m feeling, about the same, about the same
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| Still dreaming, about the rain, that summer rain
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| And I’m falling, like a tiny falling star
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| Still calling, always calling from afar
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| Looking for a lantern in the mists of time
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| Looking for a lighthouse with a light to shine
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| Searching for a church with a bell to chime
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| Looking for a lantern in the mists of time |