| The kingdom was far away
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| Down by the sea
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| Where mountains come out of the sky
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| All the kids laughing and playing around
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| When fire burned down the horizon
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| Now all the forgotten are standing in line
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| They missed the train to the high lands
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| Where rivers of green under skies of blue
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| Still keep the secrets of freedom
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| Mountains come out of the sky
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| And they are standing there
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| Rivers of green floating down to become
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| The source of freedom
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| When they had their windows
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| Wide waiting for the rain
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| Watching TV, waiting for a day to come
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| Do the leaves of green stay greener
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| Than in autumn
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| Bringing out visions
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| Of long forgotten yesterdays
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| Living our life like flowers in concrete
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| The sun doesn’t shine anymore
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| So come on and open the door
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| Revealing the dreams
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| Dreamed once on this place
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| Mountains come out of the sky
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| And they are standing there
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| Rivers of green floating down to become
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| The source of freedom
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| When they had their windows
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| Wide waiting for the rain
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| Watching TV, waiting for the day to come |