| Take me to the magic land
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| Wake up here without a fear,
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| Float towards the troposphere
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| I be sitting on a cloud
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| In the bubble like a bee buzzing in it’s honey tree
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| Medication helps the fixation
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| I see a land I knew so well
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| Everything seems stayed the same
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| Behind the door,
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| Where’s the colour, the colour?
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| Behind the door
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| I can’t see no mist no more
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| Behind the door
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| Where’s the colour, the colour?
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| Behind the door
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| The lake of love which I adore
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| Control, where are you hiding now?
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| Shadows won’t let me go!
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| Take me to the magic land!
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| Flower being in-front of me, summer rain above the sea
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| How can I go back again?
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| Look beneath the memories, climb up in the highest tree
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| Medication King Adulation
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| You flew so high, but hovered when
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| Beyond the door
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| Where’s the colour, the colour?
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| Behind the door,
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| I can’t see no mist no more
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| Behind the door
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| Where’s the colour? |
| The colour?
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| Behind the door
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| The lake of love (which I adore) (both)
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| Control, where are you hiding now?
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| Shadows won’t let me go!
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| Why can’t I sprout some kind of wings and
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| Fly up high past cloud up there I see,
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| Leave this damn mirror for a while and
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| Just try and get along with myself a bit better
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| I can see there’s something wrong
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| I thought I’d say goodbye
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| Is there a missing page, that I can never turn?
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| You can’t find the light when you wake in a well
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| You couldn’t see what’s right in front of you 'til you fell
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| Hold on to hope someday you might find
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| A flower being so bright to make the entire world shine
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| Do we sail through waves nobody knows?
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| Do we sail beyond the sky now?
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| Take me to the magic land!
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| Take me to the magic land!
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| I’ll be sitting on a cloud
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| I’ll be sitting on a cloud
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| Medication helps the fixation
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| I see a land I knew so well
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| Behind the door
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| Where’s the colour, the colour?
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| Behind the door
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| I can’t see no mist no more
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| Behind the door
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| Where’s the colour, the colour?
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| Behind the door
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| The lake of love which I adore |