| Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
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| With stars to fill my dream
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| I am a traveler of both time and space to be where I have been
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| To sit with elders of a gentle race this world has seldom seen
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| Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
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| When all will be revealed
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| Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
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| Sounds caress my ear
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| Though not a word I heard could I relate
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| The story was quite clear, whoa-oh-hoh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
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| Oooh, oh, baby, I’ve been flyin' No, yeah
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| Mama cares, ain’t no denyin'
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| Oh, oooh yes, I’ve been flyin'
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| My mama, ain’t no denyin', no denyin', no
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| Oh, all I see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground
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| And my eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted land
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| Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I’ve been, ah-ah, ah-ah
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| Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
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| Like thoughts inside a dream
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| Who hid the path that led me to that place
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| With yellow desert screen
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| My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
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| Sure as the dust that blows high in June
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| When movin' through Kashmir
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| Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
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| Across the sea of years
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| With no provision but an open face along the straits of fear
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-hoh, oh, ohh
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| Whoa, when I’m on, when I’m on my way, yeah
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| When I see, when I see the way you stay, yeah-eah
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| Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down, oh
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| Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down, so down
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| Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there
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| Oh, oh, come on, come on, oh, let me take you there
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| Let me take you there, woo, yeah-yeah, woo, yeah-yeah
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| Let me take you there
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| Let me take you there |