| Well, we went out past the city limits
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| Trying to get a better point of view
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| You were staring hard at me
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| I was staring back at you
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| And you said I was being secretive
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| Said, yes maybe you’re right
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| But if there is logic in any of this madness
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| You’ll find it in my eyes
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| And be good, be kind, be truthful and feel free
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| And keep your wholly loving eyes on me
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| I’ve got a history of questions
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| The truth I can only feel
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| What matters to me the most
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| Is what is there and what is real
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| We could start by shaking each other
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| And talk about something else
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| And I know in the end we can get to the point
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| And we can go and get some rest
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| And be good, be kind, be truthful and feel free
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| And keep your wholly loving eyes on me
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| Is it not written in the music?
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| Is it not painted in the skies?
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| It’s time we stopped talking about soft drinks
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| Started talking about our lives
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| There are answers in the music
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| And there are answers in the words
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| And if we stopped talking in circles
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| We might get closer to the earth
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| And be good, be kind, be truthful and feel free
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| And keep your wholly loving eyes on me |