| In a dream I saw a light that was very far away
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| It hovered over miles of the darkest sea I’ve ever seen
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| And the universe is mine, but I haven’t heard a thing
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| About where I will return when it’s finally time to leave
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| The spirits and the trees
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| The fields of things
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| The people I’ve yet to meet
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| And the memories that I keep
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| Don’t be afraid, I’m not going away
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| I’m just keeping track of my mental state
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| Don’t be afraid, it’s what I always said
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| But I am afraid, I’ve always been afraid
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| If your terrified of living like me, I hope you’ll be fine
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| Cause were terrified together in this terrifying time
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| And being alive is not singing along
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| Or looking outside of the window into the darkness of it all
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| And I know I love you Blue; |
| it’s the color in my heart
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| And it’s been there all along, and I’ll keep it after death
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| And like «Sunday Morning» told me, it’s nothing at all
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| But a cloudless summer sky and a warm bright beam of light |