| Before I found this place
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| It was never near
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| I was always somewhere else
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| And still I was always here
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| I used to think I knew my way around
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| Thin wild and shaky state of mind
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| I would smile and let myself just slide down the line
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| Just like that
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| All you people talking at me
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| You all sound the same
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| All your eyeballs staring back at me
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| Look just the same
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| And since I found out why
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| I’ve been laughing all the time
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| I got what I need to walk the line
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| I guess after all I am doing just fine
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| Turned a corner, saw the light
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| I looked into your deep green eyes
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| I reached out and touched a bird of paradise
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| So bring along your shovel
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| To the wall of soul
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| Start digging away
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| Crawl into the hole
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| There I’ll spend my holidays
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| Where dreams are never far away
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| Just sit around while the sunlight fade
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| Look out from my place in the shade
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| Out of sight, late at night
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| I’m falling for your deep green eyes
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| If I reach out I can touch the bird of paradise
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| Oh well, I feel like falling down
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| I might just loose myself to you this time
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| Oh no, I think you got me turned around
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| I’m sure I’ll loose myself to you this time
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| I bet I will |