| The forest awakes
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| A desert at dawn
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| A mountain at night
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| And the rhythm moves on
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| The people awake
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| They’re marching along
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| The streets are alive
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| With a terrible song
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| Forwards and backwards in every direction
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| The abs' perpetual motion
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| The shifting of light on the banks of the river
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| I’m free, but I’m keeping my clothes on
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| I’m marching along
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| The street where you live
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| I’m calling your name,
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| The song is a gift
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| The song is a road
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| A road is a face
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| A face is a time
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| And a time is a place
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| A place of relief and a time of confusion
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| The heart is a simple equation
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| With beautiful words and with beautiful people
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| The heart is a face, is a mountain
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| A fruit that falls before it’s grown
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| I heard a sound and a bird has flown
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| It breaks to pieces above the forest
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| A million particles born today
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| Out beyond the blue horizon
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| Air cannot escape
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| Underneath the weeping willow
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| I can see your face
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| Free-form, climbing all over me
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| Creatures great and small
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| Doctors pulling them out of you
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| Hideous, virtuous, both of us
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| Come in my kitchen when it rains outside
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| Sweet inspiration sneaks up from behind
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| Forest is true
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| I know for a fact
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| The bigger the front
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| Then the bigger the back
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| My heart beating still
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| Through the perilous night
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| The bombs burst in air
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| My hair is alright
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| The shifting of light on the trees and the houses
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| I drown in an ocean of perfume
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| The strangeness of words
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| How the meaning keeps changing
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| But somehow the beauty will find you |