| Flowery meadows and green coloured lands
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| Beating the fields, touching grass with my hands
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| Cartways I walk on, broad acres I roam
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| And then afar, within sight, there’s home!
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| In your hands I believe I can reach for this dream quite easily
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| In your hands I believe, yes I feel that it’s near…
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| Hold me, tight… enough for me now… Lead me, right… enough for me now…
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| Know me, wise… enough for me now… Show me, in sight…
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| Now the fields she has roamed are covered with haze
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| And a mist from the east now darkens the days
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| When the sirens afar are starting to scream
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| When no hand is in sight she wakes from her dream
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| And the sound of her world is starting to change
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| And the sound of her world become twisted and strange
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| And in the sound of her world a discord appears
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| Somehow the sound of her world’s infiltrated by fears
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| My love, can you hear this shrill sound! |
| It’s as if it followed us out of my
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| dreams…
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| And now it is spinning around! |
| All that once was near now seems beyond arm’s
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| reach!
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| …the loneliness is coming… the loneliness is coming… sound of her world…
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| Hold me, tight… enough for me now… Lead me, right… enough for me now…
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| Knows me, wise… enough for me now… Show me, in sight… Enough for me now! |