| And now I’ve turned it seems
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| Too much for me to believe
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| I’m turning inwards I breathe
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| The words I have to believe
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| I want to know how
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| How I can catch the moonbeams
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| Now they’re spreading outward I breathe
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| The words I have to believe it, to believe it
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| I want to know which way to go
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| I want to see which face is me
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| I want to know which way to go
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| I want to see which face is me
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| And now I’m drawing on
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| On dreams that I dreamt long ago
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| Those faces blurring in ghosts
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| Of people I have known
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| I’ve seen them leave me
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| They they turn not to return
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| I think I’m changing I breathe
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| The words I have to believe it, to believe it
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| I want to know which way to go
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| I want to see which face is me
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| I want to know which way to go
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| I want to see which face is me
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| Turning, turn in
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| Turning, turn in
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| I want to know which way to go
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| I want to see which face is me
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| I want to know which way to go
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| I want to see which face is me
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| I want to know, I want to see
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| I want to know, I want to see |