| I fell into the future, go into the moon
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| And I lost my only hope
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| And your face on the coin, didn’t see it coming
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| Strange kid in a strange throne
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| A place where I can rest was all I ever wanted
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| My broken weary bones
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| Somewhere to belong but there might be an answer
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| Among the storms
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| Every note there from the start
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| The song I heard way back in the dark
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| Feels like it’s always been there
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| I knew it before I even cared
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| Feels like it’s always been there, waiting
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| Came upon an oak tree beside the river
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| Familiar and unknown
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| Carve me under pork so I’ll always remember
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| My way back home
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| A mark upon the map will be my steady pigeon
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| My old time trusted friend
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| Brighter than a flag, stronger than religion
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| A knight in wind
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| The voice I know comes through the crowd
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| A distant jump with echoes inside
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| Feels like it’s always been there
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| I knew it before I even cared
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| Feels like it’s always been there, waiting
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| A hook in the sky that pulls us
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| Opinion that we recognize
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| A journey is the destination that keeps us alive
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| These words are like a net
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| That try and catch the longing
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| With pennan with a pitch but nothing seems to come
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| At least of us the shadow beyond my reach
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| Every note there from the start
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| The song I heard way back in the dark
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| Feels like it’s always been there
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| I knew it before I even cared
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| Feels like it’s always been there, waiting
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| Feels like it’s always been there
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| I knew it before I even cared
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| Feels like it’s always been there, waiting |