| Oh joy's arise
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| The sun has come again to hold you
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| Sailing out the doldrums of the whole week
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| The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you
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| It's all around you, out here
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| And if the whole world is crashing down
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| Fall through space out of mind again
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| Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
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| Blows all the shadows far away
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| The falling alcohol empire, is here to hold you
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| Rolling out and haunted 'til it sleeps
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| Little memories, marching on
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| Your little feet, working the machine
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| Will it spin, will it soar
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| My little dream, working the machine
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| Soon like a wave that pass will fall
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| And closing in on you they're going on
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| Little memories
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| Your little feet, working the machine
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| Will it spin, will it soar
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| My little dream, working the machine
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| Soon like a wave that pass will fall
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| And closing in on you they're going on |