| Fingertips
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| Rainbows through rings, light my way
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| Circles caught in my hand
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| Magic trips
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| To gather stars in the daytime
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| You look here in there and you may find
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| Them blinking in the sand
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| You wave your wand
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| To stir the stream of my thinking
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| Let me know where it winds
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| To pastel dawns
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| Show searching knights without armor
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| The casting cards on the water
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| While they tell me what they find
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| The wheel of fortune keeps on turning everyday
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| And I’d been learning where I stand
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| And what I want to be
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| You see…
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| In the sky
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| Words appear without meaning
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| Taking shadows on the sun
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| But you and I
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| Can snap our fingers and leave them
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| And we don’t have to believe them
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| When we’re back where we’d begun
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| Fingertips
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| Rainbows through rings, light my way
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| Circles cards in my hand
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| Magic trips
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| To gather stars in the daytime
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| You look here in there and you may find
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| Them blinking in the sand |