| I am not on top of a mountain and
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| I am not under the ground
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| I am not spilling over the edges and
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| I am not easily found
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| I am not in a shelter from the winter
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| When your head is buried in the sand
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| Why do the secret sellers explain things
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| Things I already understand
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| And who do you think I am
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| Yes you who do you say I am
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| Once when I was flying past the steeple
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| The bells were ringing in my ears
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| And I was counting the broken-hearted people
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| And I was following their tears
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| I am not sinking in the sadness
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| I am not throwing bitter stones
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| I do not worry who will mind me
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| I am not dancing alone
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| But you who do you think I am
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| Yes you who do you say I am
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| Is it winter where you are
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| Try to find me if you can
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| When it’s over it’s never over
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| And when it’s empty it’s never gone
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| I am in silence gone from danger
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| Far away is the forgotten one
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| I am headed from that distant lighthouse
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| I am twisting towards the sun
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| I wrap around me all your goodness
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| If I go that way am I the only one
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| But you who do you think I am
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| Yes you who do you say I am |