| Silently gazing from the window —
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| My mind detached from space and time.
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| There is a secret only I know —
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| A place where the city lights don’t shine.
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| Why don’t you come up here with me?
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| Let Aphrodite take you by the hand,
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| And we can tell the future how it should be
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| When we set sail for Alexander’s land.
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| A stranger in the garden 'neath a full moon in the sky,
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| This is the Old God’s country —
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| You can bring me here to die.
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| It’s a thinking mans Valhalla —
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| A long weekend in paradise,
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| Package tour to Eden —
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| My spirit yearns for freedom.
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| So leave your troubles far behind you —
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| Take care not to pack them in your case.
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| Your jaded spirits lifted — your body born anew,
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| The minute golden sunlight hits your face.
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| I’ll fly as high as any eagle —
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| Watch me now I soar above the sand.
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| I get the strangest sense of deja vu
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| When I set foot on Alexander’s land.
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| A stranger in the garden 'neath a full moon in the sky
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| This is the Old God’s country —
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| You can bring me here to die.
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| It’s a thinking mans Valhalla —
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| A long weekend in paradise,
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| Package tour to eden —
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| My spirit yearns for freedom.
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| Is it reality — is it a dream?
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| Strangely intangible — somewhere between,
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| Frankly absurd and naively serene.
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| My search goes on… |