| Beyond the limits of our mind
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| Direction leading all of mankind
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| Where there was music and the people who danced
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| To the players of the singers romance
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| Receiving messages encoded in rhythm
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| Encrypted secrets in the beat of the drum
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| I can’t believe in disbelief, but tell me where we are
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| I’ve spent lifetimes searching for you
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| A million years and some tears since I been on the farm
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| But I’ve spent way more looking for truth
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| I come again on the wind, bringing it back to start
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| What was the dream you told me?
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| I put together all the memories of a broken heart
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| About a world so deafening
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| We met, however unlikely
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| Came to form a collective psyche
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| We all have a voice that we have to deny
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| That’ll say I’m not enough and that I need not apply
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| We redefine the mark of what can be done
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| We blaze it up and know we don’t have to run
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| I looked up into a sky and it was full of clouds
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| It’s as clear as a photograph
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| Memories on a breeze, what were they all about?
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| Every time I see it, I laugh
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| Abandoned loves and some dreams, it’s coming back now
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| We cannot help but thinking back
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| It all circles around, I’ll nab 'em somehow
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| As well as looking down the track
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| What’s next?
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| Sneaky and subtle
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| Between a kick and a cuddle
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| Get back in the huddle naturally
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| It’s a cycle
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| Just like the day and the nightfall
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| Going deeper and deeper
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| And we’ll never repeat along the way |