| Every time I wait for the revolution to come
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| Every night I think it’s here and then it’s gone
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| I’m gonna take the time to tell if I’m in the way
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| Another time another place another day
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| Get on
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| You and I have something written on the dawn
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| We looked east and west
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| Searching for things behind the sun
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| We learned to parcel with all things we loved the best
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| Put aside the ones we loved and laid to rest
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| Get On, Home, Home
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| So spit it out, spit out what you got to say
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| What’s on your mind what’s dreaming?
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| What’s on your tongue today?
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| That it’s time for all the blind to see
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| That we all lye awake and get no sleep
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| Get no sleep, sleep
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| The world is wild, wild and free
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| It means everything to you
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| It means everything to me
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| We can waste are time, let it pass us by
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| Or open up our eyes and let it in
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| You and I… went walking in the tide
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| Seeing eye to eye… fit together feeling wise
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| We’re gonna shake the tree and see if there’s a better way
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| Another frame of mind
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| Another state of grace, another day
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| To get on, on
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| Get on home, get on home
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| Home |