| In the morning your face cracks and falls to the sea
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| The sun follows your step end leads you back to me
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| You keep telling yourself that you’re here but you’re not alone
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| And you get the feeling that your mind is not your own
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| In the evening the sun’s red gown turns to brown
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| The moon follows you to the beach then it swallows you down
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| Strange how you change and end up at her feet
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| You keep telling yourself but you know your not be believed
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| You and me and Hercules in between
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| You and me and Hercules in between
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| Shadows rise from the plain… fifty men row
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| In the distance the ships in the waves cash in their load
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| On the hill stands Colossus and your mind is freezed
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| Clouds from your past now at last open to reveal
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| You and me and Hercules in between
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| You and me and Hercules in between
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| Cross the desert sand no one knows your name
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| And you wish you were somewhere else with some kind of fame
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| What appears as your shadow is formless as a mist
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| You keep telling your friends you know. |
| it exists
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| One become two then before you… turns to three
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| Words climb your tongue… like a ladder to speak
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| Drifting as you go but you row.'til it seems
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| All is one. |
| All is mind, all is lost and you find
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| All is dream
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| You and me Hercules in between… |