| When these mountains were the seashore
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| When this desert was the ocean floor
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| We would swim beneath the star filled sky
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| We were lovely fish alone in the night
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| Before the cities met the heavens
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| I mean way, way, way back before then
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| We would sing as if it were a prayer
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| We were lovely fish who dreamed to dare
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| Before clocks kept track of the time
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| When day lead gracefully into the night
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| Before two fish who dreamed to fly
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| Created their sadness and new reasons to cry
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| When these mountains were the seashore
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| When this desert was the ocean floor
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| You and i were not born yet
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| It’s too long ago now even to forget
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| When the blue sky found it’s courage
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| To love and raise and nourish
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| Back when life was simply meant to be
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| Our love and care alone in the sea
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| Before clocks kept track of the time
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| When day lead gracefully into the night
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| Before two fish that dreamed to fly
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| Got suspicious of a miracle
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| And asked themselves why
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| When we looked up through the water
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| At time and space and wondered
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| What it might be like to live up there
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| To leave our fins and gills for the air
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| Before clocks kept track of the time
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| Before the poems began to rhyme
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| Before two simple fish that learned to cry
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| Got suspicious of their love and asked each other why |