| Though the world is sleeping, my eyes are open. |
| Yet it’s me that’s dreaming
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| that I’m flying over mountaintops. |
| I am
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| Crossing an ocean where at the end I see, I see a beautiful far away land
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| called home. |
| And them stars they sure are
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| Pretty, and while I do admire the distance their light, it travels,
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| to shine down on me… still I would go further than the
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| Furthest star shine… just to find myself walking in a beautiful faraway land
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| called home. |
| Wanna find myself walking in a
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| Beautiful faraway land called home. |
| And you can take all the money in all of
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| the banks. |
| You can take all the fame in
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| Hollywood. |
| You can take all the pretty girls in Paris, France. |
| You can take my
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| own name if you think it’ll do you some
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| Good. |
| You can take all them things that perish, and you can throw them all
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| right in the sea. |
| 'Cause ain’t but only one
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| Thing that matters. |
| Ain’t but only one jewel in this world. |
| Ain’t but only one
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| feeling of all of life’s feeling that I
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| Wanna feel. |
| That is the feeling of a beautiful far away land called home |