| Where Am I?
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| I sit here in peaceful meditation by a river
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| Watch my thoughts go floating down the stream of consciousness
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| Never ever changing the direction of my dreaming
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| To realise myself
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| Nothing more or nothing less
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| And as the hours slip away
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| On this pleasant April day
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| I sit and watch the flowers grow
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| Where am I
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| Where am I?
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| I’ll Show You Where To Sleep
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| Just paint a picture of the world
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| In gentle pastel shades
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| Indistinct and somehow blurred
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| Like childhood escapades
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| The painting box is rather dear
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| But the paints themselves are cheap
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| Leave your pack at the side of the road
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| I’ll show you where to sleep
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| Dead brown weeds in a ditch at the side
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| Of a field of burning corn
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| The road opens out before you
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| Like the womb where you were born
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| There’s no need to pretend again
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| To try and earn your keep
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| Leave your pack at the side of the road
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| I’ll show you where to sleep
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| And crowds will gather in the sun
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| As stone madonnas weep
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| And the shepherd is a good man
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| As he tends his flock of sheep
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| In case you find your tortoise shell
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| Is getting rather tight
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| You can wrap yourself in your magic cloak
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| And disappear from sight
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| And I will stand guard over you
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| As through the door you creep
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| Leave your pack at the side of the road
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| I’ll show you where to sleep |