| Water falling on the same stone lands
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| One drop after another
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| I’m in the audience watching the band
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| Dogs are barking at each other
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| Tied to the mast and stuck to the ground
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| Watching the clouds fall over each other
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| Up there the planets face the stars
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| Reflecting their night mists back and forth at each other
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| Up and beyond wear and tear
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| But content like a shipwreck
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| Sleeping in rust
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| Lying on the ocean floor
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| Under waves that are tearing away
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| Tearing away from the shore
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| And I’m dreaming
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| I’m dreaming lives are made up of lives that have went before
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| It’s dangerous to assume anything more
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| It’s been checked rechecked rewritten and advised
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| So these suggestions don’t need analysed
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| As the circle of knowledge it grows and grows
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| So I labour today in hope for tomorrow
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| Always running away
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| Running away on my own
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| Mixing up my longing to stay
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| With a longing to be gone
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| Somewhere different
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| Somewhere different
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| Than anywhere I’ve been before
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| All things different
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| So much different than before
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| And it’s dangerous to assume anything more
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| And it’s dangerous to assume anything more
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| And it’s dangerous to assume anything more |