| One, two, three, four, five reasons
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| A man for all seasons
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| Wouldn’t be inclined to want to stay
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| I’d love to leave this big bad town
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| The power and the glory daily grind
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| As we all fade away
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| And I’d rather be alone in a crowd
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| When my soul needs resurrection
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| And I fly the wrong direction
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| You will find me climbing
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| A mountain of gratitude
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| Take a ride on the lonely highway
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| Reconnect to my heart my way
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| Happy as the man is on the moon
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| In my crowded solitude
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| We tilt at windmills in the
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| Self importance of the day
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| And all around the crushing hordes
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| Of just too many people
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| As the precious minutes tick away
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| And I’d rather not live humbled or proud
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| When you find that I am missing
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| You will know that I’ve gone fishing
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| In an ocean blue as a fountain, true latitude
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| Through the crashing sounds of silence on my knees I search for guidance
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| Looking for a quiet interlude in this crowded solitude
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| When they find that we’ve gone missing
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| They will know that we’ve gone fishing
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| In an ocean blue as a fountain
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| We’re a multitude
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| Through the crashing sounds of violence
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| Fly a kite here in the silence
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| Happy as the man is on the moon
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| In our solitude
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| When our souls need resurrection
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| And we fly the wrong direction
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| You will find us climbing
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| A mountain of gratitude
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| Through the crashing sounds of silence
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| On our knees we search for guidance
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| Looking for a quiet interlude
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| In this crowded solitude
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| In this crowded solitude
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| In this crowded solitude
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| In this crowded solitude
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| In this crowded solitude |