| Going through the window in the tower that casts shadows on,
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| The ancient sea that’s over me, into the desert that I roam.
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| In the way, you’ll never fear the ones who know when you hold near.
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| Sharp beneath the painted sky, the river’s flowing through my mind.
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| In the way, you’ll never fear the ones who know when you hold near.
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| The simple feeling, the simple feeling, the simple feeling…
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| Going through the window in the tower that casts shadows on,
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| The ancient sea that’s over me, into the desert that I roam.
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| In the way, you’ll never fear the ones who know when you hold near.
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| And how do I find? |
| How do I find? |
| Oh! |
| The feeling! |
| How do I find?
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| Oh…
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| The simple feeling, the simple feeling, the simple feeling…
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| Going through the window in the tower that casts shadows on,
|
| The ancient sea that’s over me, into the desert that I roam.
|
| In the way, you’ll never fear the ones who know when you hold near.
|
| And how do I find? |
| How do I find? |
| Oh! |
| The feeling! |
| How do I find?
|
| Oh…
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| The simple feeling, the simple feeling, the simple feeling… |