| Upon strange seas of thought. |
| Upon thoughts of strange seas.
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| Upon strange seas of thought. |
| I’m gonna go where I please.
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| Upon strange seas of thought. |
| I’m making my way.
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| Upon strange seas of thought. |
| Into the waiting day.
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| Is there anybody out there? |
| Is there anybody out there?
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| Is there anybody out there? |
| Where the sky is like the ocean.
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| It’s like the ocean…
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| Upon strange seas of thought. |
| Upon strange seas of thought.
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| Where the thunderclouds are endless and are waiting to fall.
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| On abstract tangents I am riding on strange seas of thought.
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| Where perplexion is a spider web — a sphinx suspended on a thread.
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| Don’t lose control of who you are upon strange seas of thought.
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| Out there upon meadows of green I’ll be lying.
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| On mountains of dreams. |
| I’ll be climbing. |
| I’ve been climbing.
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| Upon secrets untold, upon treasures of gold I’ll be finding.
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| Well, I’ll be finding.
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| Is there anybody out there? |
| Is there anybody out there?
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| Is there anybody out there? |
| Well is there anybody out there?
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| Where the sea is like the heavens.
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| Is there anybody out there? |
| Upon strange seas of thought.
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| Upon strange seas of thought. |
| Upon strange seas of thought.
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| Upon strange seas of thought. |
| Upon strange seas of thought.
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| Thoughts… |