| There’s a country that no one’s found yet
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| Somehow I seem to know about it
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| There’s a melody that no one’s sung yet
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| It’s faint, but I can hear it echoing
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| I’ve never been alone
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| But I‘ve never felt at home
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| Isn’t it strange that everyone feels this?
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| Try and name it, try to forget
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| There is something more that I desire but I cannot become yet
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| Still I’m haunted, I feel the ache
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| There’s a thousand joys that show me home but never let me stay
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| I have sailed across the sea, I’ve seen the ocean floor
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| But I cannot become the tide and battle with the shore
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| I know there must be something more
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| I can feel the winds are rushing, I hear them in the trees
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| But I cannot race through the sky and wrestle with the leaves
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| But I hope (?) that this won’t always be…
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| Someday soon we shall put on the sun
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| Not the one we see, that’s just a sketch of what’s to come
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| Earth and sky are coming to their end
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| We will wear the glory they had always hinted at
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| I have sailed across the sea and seen the ocean floor
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| But I cannot become the tide and battle with the shore
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| I’ve always known there’s something more
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| I can feel the winds are rushing, I hear them in the trees
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| But I cannot race through the sky and wrestle with the leaves
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| But I know that it won’t always be this way! |