| Sweeping skies and breezey greens, can maybe show us what it means
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| To feel the worlds, imagination
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| I’ll come and see you yesterday, we’ll close our eyes and drift away
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| Can we be real, without escaping?
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| Twelve hours of sunset, six thousand miles
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| Illusions and movies, far away smiles
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| Twelve hours of sunset, half a day in the skies
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| I’ll see you tomorrow, as the steel crow flies…
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| …oh…how time flies…
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| I used to think I wasn’t mad, but now I know its all I had
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| Can hope be lost, or only seeming
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| Now that time’s turned into space, there’s no time to check the pace
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| And no-one cares, except for dreaming, (dream…)
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| Twelve hours of sunset, twilight sublime
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| Be with you tomorrow, backwards in time
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| …oh…how time flies… |