| I’m the oil upon the water,
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| I’m the lava in the flow.
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| Resting like a rock beside the seaside.
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| I’m the son and you’re the daughter
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| Of the stranger that we know,
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| Who gets a little stoned beside the wayside.
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| Well, there’s one thing to try
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| Everybody knows
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| Music gets you high
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| Everybody grows
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| And so it goes.
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| You’re the lips that make the laughter
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| You’re the sunshine in the snow
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| Shining out on everything you feel
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| You’re the bird that dropped the berry
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| On the island far below
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| Finding out that everything is real.
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| Well, there’s one thing to try
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| Etc.
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| We are loved and we are lonely
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| We are many, we are few.
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| Make it out odf love and build a dream
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| We are hoboes, we are holy
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| We are me and we are you,
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| Can’t it be as easy as it seems?
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| Well, there’s one thing to try
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| Etc. |