| Taken to a place underground
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| A cavern, ten thousand steps down
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| The only light was fire fly glow
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| Reflecting in the blue crystal show
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| Feeling in the darkness surrounding me
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| Roots of giant Sequoia trees
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| Anchor the canopy of life that’s above
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| The answer to the mystery of life is
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| Traveled through the jungles of the Yucatan
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| And drank the potion from the magic man
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| Held the starlight inches from my face
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| Pushed the door open, # 7
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| I walked the path way to heaven
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| Saw the same face of God
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| Seems every where I go
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| I see the same face, I feel the same flow
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| With every one I meet and every hand I shake
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| I’m every man, trying my best to get to know
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| Because everything’s at stake
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| We’re the same tribe
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| Passing through Morocco for the faithful is a trip
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| Hallucinating visions drives my desert ship
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| For a thousand miles we could not fail
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| Can’t enjoy if you can’t inhale
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| Clearly a lifetimes need of some experience and
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| For the record, peace
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| Seems every where I go
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| I see the same face, I feel the same flow
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| With every one I meet and every hand I shake
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| I see myself in every man, trying my best to get to know
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| Because everything’s at stake
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| We’re the same tribe |