| The world began to change the children moved and they had children
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| It was all arranged you couldn’t live there anymore
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| All you had was that old place in the middle of the path of progress
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| So they took the space and put the ceiling on the floor
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| In one of the rooms all the walls were blue
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| It was hidden so well that no one knew
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| Just the place for taking in the view
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| The View of the sea crisp and clear and neverending
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| There your soul ran free there you spirit soared
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| The View took you away to the boundaries of imagination
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| Back to yesterday back to once before
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| In one of the rooms all the walls were blue
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| A mysterious space without a clue
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| Just the place for taking in the View
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| Long lives need no fortune
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| Hard lives need no fame
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| Young lives seek their freedom
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| And old lives seek the same
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| The world began to change and without a word of explanation
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| Something very strange started beckoning to you
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| When they came to mvoe your things you had packed a suitcase full of memories
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| Nothing else to bring except a different point of View
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| In one of the rooms all the walls were blue
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| A mysterious space without a clue
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| Just the place for taking in the View |