| Counting the ripples on the morning lake
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| No space, no time, no state
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| And this, the mirror to the weight in my eyes
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| But the water is not revealing till the feelings multiply
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| And you’ll never have to leave
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| You’ll never have to leave
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| You’ll never have to leave, you’ll never have to leave
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| Till the wind, like kisses, blows you back to me
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| Was I a patient or addled child?
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| With the wide hazel eyes
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| I remember such magical times
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| But the memory’s not revealing till it’s fully revised
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| And you’ll never have to leave
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| You’ll never have to leave
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| You’ll never have to leave, you’ll never have to leave
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| Till the wind, like kisses, blows you back to me
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| Now I’ve spent days like a pawn, days like a queen
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| And I still don’t know what works for me
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| As the world burns sideways and upways and down
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| The band plays on and I’m still here somehow
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| And you’ll never have to leave
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| You’ll never have to leave
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| You’ll never have to leave, you’ll never have to leave
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| Till the wind, like kisses, blows you back to me
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| Counting the ripples on the morning lake
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| No space, no time, no state |