| Into the folds of time, crossing the great river
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| There is a holy ground hard to be found
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| This ground is so mellow
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| That many are the ones who rowed
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| In search for their own piece to sow
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| But nobody could know the right way to go
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| All these people have been searching
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| For a place with no direction
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| And no boundaries to be found
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| For this land is not outside yet
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| You can find it right beside you
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| Feel the stream of your consciousness
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| Now that you rowed
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| For so long in the wrong river, where there was no land to wait for you all
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| Well, I hope you understand
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| Well, that eternal life has no sense with no feelings or goals to reach
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| Don’t ever cross that line
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| In every love-story
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| There is a dark page where everything goes wrong and hate takes its place
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| And dying inside you swear you won’t sail for that river of passion
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| From which fount you drank
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| You’re just fooling yourself
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| Another week and you’ll forget it
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| Another month and you’ll be searching
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| For that wellspring, again
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| Can you leave it all behind you?
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| Can you avoid to sail this river?
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| Tell me where the fun lies in this game of yours…
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| Now that you rowed
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| For so long in the wrong river, where there was no land to wait for you all
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| Well, I hope you understand
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| Well, that eternal life has no sense with no feelings or goals to reach
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| Don’t ever cross that line
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| If you look right deep in your heart
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| I know you can make it, together we’ll cross it tonight my son
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| I will be there by your side
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| Call my name, once again…
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| If you look right deep in your heart
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| I know you can make it, together we’ll cross it tonight my son
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| I will be there by your side
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| Call my name, once again…
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| If you look right deep in your heart
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| I know you can make it, together we’ll cross it tonight my son
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| I will be there by your side
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| Call my name, once again… |