| When you fade into a melody
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| Your mind is lost in reverie
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| You can feel the earth and touch the sky
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| Don’t mind the shade when there’s inner light
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| What you do is who you are
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| Don’t stop dreaming on a distant star
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| The fortune wheel will roll your way
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| Where you stand is where you’ll have your say
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| Raise the bar a little higher
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| See the shadow flames from the fire
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| The system grinds dreams to dirt
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| But the truth walks naked upon the earth
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| We won’t know where we stand till December
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| We won’t know where we stand till December
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| No moment now, however small
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| The whirl of time teaches all
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| Notes on high above the low hum
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| Words and plans forward racing on
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| Where the wind pumps the water
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| To the gardens of the mind
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| Teach the young as keepers of the faith
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| To love the smell of the written page
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| Raise the glass a little higher
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| See the shadow flames from the fire
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| The system grinds dreams to dirt
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| But the truth walks naked upon the earth
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| We won’t know where we stand till December
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| We won’t know where we stand till December
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| We won’t know where we stand till December
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| You’re mind is lost in reverie
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| You’re mind is lost in reverie |