| This fluid motion
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| In and out of sleep
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| Gets the mind awondering
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| Between roadsides and streets
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| Between mountainsides
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| And boats and aeroplane rides
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| Not knowing what’s controlling
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| The scenes in front of my eyes
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| Bemused bewildered a hundred times thankful
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| I’m in the lap of the sweetest hours
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| I have slept ten thousand nights
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| And I’ll wake from a thousand more
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| Being in and out of different worlds
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| And hoping for millions more
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| When I wake to find something’s changed
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| I’m deceived for the world spins on the same
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| No raw area
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| In sleep there is no pain
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| No joy no love no worry
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| Maybe an unquiet dream
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| I’ll turn away from laughter
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| I’ll turn away from love
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| When the finest sanctuary unfolds
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| And pulls me underneath
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| Bemused bewildered and a hundred times thankful
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| I’m in the lap of the sweetest hours |