| Sky’s up above my head
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| Surrounding uncontrollable hands
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| Something’s about to change: you better look at me
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| A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
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| Going down slowly through the silence far from here
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| All noises are deaf listening
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| Through out the white silence
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| That’s what I’m waiting for it’s always welcome
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| A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
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| Going down slowly through the silence far from here
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| A woody boat reminds me of my long journey
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| When I bought the world with no money
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| I close my eyes and breath the coolness
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| Taken away from so much purity
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| Ain’t gonna be alone no more
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| In the greyness of an old men dress
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| Coming out from the ancient door house
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| With big palms telling tales of a past life
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| Sky’s up above my head
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| Surrounding uncontrollable hands
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| Something’s about to change
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| You better look at me
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| A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
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| A woody boat reminds me of my long journey
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| When I bought the world with no money
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| I close my eyes and breath the coolness
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| Taken away from so much purity |