| You said it was there in the empty air
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| In a shape you could distill
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| And you turned it into golden waters
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| You turned it into silver threads
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| Singing never ending stories
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| Dancing lights on dawning webs
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| Jazz and Blues with holes in your shoes
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| You said it was there so we all could share
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| In a place that was so real
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| Running, falling, crashing, calling
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| Your shadow from the deep
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| Flying, driving, crying, diving
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| Not much time to sleep
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| Running, falling, crashing, calling
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| Your shadow from the deep
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| Flying, driving, crying, diving
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| Not much time to sleep
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| And you turned it into glowing castles
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| You turned it into crazy rooms
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| Spending non-existent money
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| On bottled echoes of the moon
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| R&B are funky and so very free
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| You said it was there in her shining hair
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| That’s the way it made you feel |