| Over the mountains I see the open sky
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| Pulling me in, pulling me in over the hills, yeah
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| It seems like visions of kings and princes castles made of
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| Clouds and rain, how do I stand still? |
| Whoa oh
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| So many visions I have one voice
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| So where do I fit in and how do I get home from here?
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| Have I lost my way in the sky so gray?
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| So where do I fit in and how do I get home from here?
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| Have I lost my way in the sky so gray?
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| Are you my beacon leading home?
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| Swim in the oceans I feel the rising tide
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| Pulling me in, pulling me in over the waves, yeah
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| Looking for answers inside a grain of sand
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| Washing away, washing away, clearing my mind, whoa oh
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| So many visions I have one voice
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| So where do I fit in and how do I get home from here?
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| Have I lost my way in the sky so gray?
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| So where do I fit in and how do I get home from here?
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| Have I lost my way in the sky so gray?
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| I raise my hands, I raise my voice
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| To anyone who ever follows dreams
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| I took a stand, I made a choice
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| To take the road less traveled in-between
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| So hold on tight this crazy life
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| So where do I fit in and how do I get home from here?
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| Have I lost my way in the sky so gray?
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| So where do I fit in and how do I get home from here?
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| Have I lost my way in the sky so gray?
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| Are you my beacon leading home?
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| Are you my beacon leading home? |