| I awoke this morning
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| Love laid me down by the river
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| Drifting I turned on up stream
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| Bound for my forgiver
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| In the giving of my eyes to see your face
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| Sound did silence me, leaving no trace
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| I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories
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| Beg to hear your wonderous stories, la-la-la
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| He spoke of lands not far
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| Nor lands they were in his mind
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| Of fusion captured high
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| Where reason captured his time
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| In no time at all he took me to the gate
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| In haste I quickly checked the time, if I was late
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| I had to leave, to hear your wonderous stories
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| Had to hear your wonderous stories, la-la-la, la-la-la
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| Hearing
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| Hearing, hearing your wonderous stories
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| Hearing your wonderous stories
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| It is no lie, I see deeply into the future
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| Imagine everything
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| You’re close
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| And were you there
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| To stand so cautiously at first, and then so high
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| As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky
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| I bid it to return, to hear your wonderous stories
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| Return to hear your wonderous stories
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| Return to hear your wonderous stories
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| La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
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| Hearing
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| Hearing
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| Hearing
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| Hearing
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| Hearing |