I fly like the light through the void
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Through emptiness
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All, all you can see
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Is my work, there’s nothing less
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I am everywhere and nowhere
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I am, I was, I’ll be there
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I am within and without you
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But you close your eyes, you stop your ears
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You put your head into the sand
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You still hold on to your flesh
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You are looking pass the truth
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There’s no revealing me I can’t be unfurled
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I am somewhere in your mind
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I’m the child with many names
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I am many still but one
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I’m beyond but yet inside your
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World — that is like it is
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Otherwise it wouldn’t be at all
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Come — come take my hand
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Where I call you’ll have to go
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Collecting information you’re part of the sensation
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You will join my flight through
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Universe
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But you close your eyes, you stop your ears
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You put your head into the sand
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You still hold on to your flesh
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You are looking pass the truth
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There’s no revealing me I can’t be unfurled
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I am somewhere in your mind
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I’m the child with many names
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I am many still but one
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I’m beyond but yet
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Inside
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Your World. |
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There’s a lonely wanderer
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He’s been walking many miles
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The moos has always beamed its light
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Upon his foggy face
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He can tell you a tale of life through his eyes
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Bound to walk through all human ties
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Everyone’s been on the ship sailing the sea of time
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We move towards what’s yet to come
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And from what’s used to be
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Constantly the world is changing, no matter where
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You look
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Still there’s things we can’t perceive and cannot see
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Centuries are turning — Generations changing
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The earth shifts face as well as I
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There’s even change among the stars
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We dream of being someone else
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Wore beautiful and wiser
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Yet keeping our integrity, our inner personality
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I want my soul to remain
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Eternal life
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Let my thoughts be the same
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Change my body, yes come change my face
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Change my flesh into some unknown form
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But keep my mind so I can sense the world
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Beyond the Realms of Death I see the world
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Hear the world. |
.. sense the world
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And I know the smell, know the taste
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Knowing love Still!
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Stones, flowers and trees
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And the wise fountain of life
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Can you tell a tale of long ago
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How people in the evening glow
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Were making vows of life and love
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I was the one who first solved the cube of Rubick
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Then came a second and the third
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Would do the trick
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All the ones that followed could easily twist
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Filling up the common mind, now everybody know
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Everywhere there’s street talk
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Rumors going 'round
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From neighbor to neighbor
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Woman to man
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Someone or something watch and hears it all
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Then puts it in its memory
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Fashion comes and goes, I say not the way
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It’s in the air, it’s everywhere, it’s even in your drink
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One is all and all is one and there is no denying
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Capitalize on all our deeds makes the world go 'round
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Everywhere there’s street talk
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Rumors going 'round
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From neighbor to neighbor
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Woman to man
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Someone or something watch and hears it all
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Then puts it in its memory
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I’m moving on upon
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The soil of this earth
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Watching wanders and miracles
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The world was created The day I was born
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And it ends the same day that I die
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I’m writing songs
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That’s coming to life
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Only when someone is listening
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Letters and signs
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Printed in black and white
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Are born when you open the book
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We think we’re designed to sense it all
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Every sight and every sound
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We strongly believe we can understand
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In fact we’ve got a view
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A view from nowhere. |
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Brought by the future
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Are many paths
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Revealed only when you behold
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Appearance of truth can sometimes cheat
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Truth can contain many sides
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The signs of our lives
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Will eventually fade
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Buried for the future man
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He will search in the soil, he will search in our graves
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Inventing our story someday. |
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I heard a knock on my door
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And I knew I heard it before
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There was no one outside
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I could see his footprints in the snow
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And the wind was blowing, clouds were chasing
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And the moon was shining down
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Upon the wanderer, upon his endless roads
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Like the restless moon above
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Condemned to drift upon the sky
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Through poems and reality
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When I looked inside through the window pane
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I could see him inside my room
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He was writing songs and many too
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Or was it him or was it me
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In that I turned around and moved
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Along. |
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