| Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
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| And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
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| The echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
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| And everything is green and submarine
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| And no one showed us to the land
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| And no one knows the where’s or why’s
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| But something stirs and something tries
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| And starts to climb towards the light
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| Strangers passing in the street
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| By chance two separate glances meet
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| And I am you
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| And what I see is me
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| And do I take you by the hand
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| And lead you through the land
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| And help me understand the best I can?
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| And no one calls us to move on
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| And no one forces down our eyes
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| No one speaks and no one tries
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| No one flies around the sun
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| Cloudless every day you fall
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| Upon my waking eyes
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| Inviting and inciting me to rise
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| And through the window in the wall
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| Come streaming in on sunlight wings
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| A million bright ambassadors of morning
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| And no one sings me lullabies
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| And no one makes me close my eyes
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| So I throw the windows wide
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| And call to you across the sky |