| April morning, sun is high
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| Watch the smoke rings spiral black against the sky
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| Now the singers and their songs
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| Are just an echo telling me where I belong
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| Where we’re living is just a state of mind
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| Of another trip on sanity (?)
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| If we’re dreaming, our dreams will all be yours
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| When a new day dawns…
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| Morning coming…
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| Morning coming…
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| Are we writing another page?
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| Bless the sunlight laid upon an empty stage
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| Turn your faces towards the door
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| The world is waiting, can you hear a senseless roar?
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| Where we’re living is just a state of mind
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| Of another trip on sanity (?)
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| If we’re dreaming, our dreams will all be yours
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| When a new day dawns…
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| Morning coming…
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| Morning coming…
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| Feel the evening, take a hold
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| See the smoke rise 'round the grime, now ages old
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| If it would stop, on Monterrey (?)
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| All we want to do is hear the music play
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| Where we’re living is just a state of mind
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| Of another trip on sanity (?)
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| If we’re dreaming, our dreams will all be yours
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| When a new day dawns… |