| Songwriters: South, Joe
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| No one to view
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| I open to the center of command
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| The spinning thing
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| That wants to win
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| Here by me a silent sea
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| Waiting to be called
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| To another lake
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| The winner takes it all
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| The foolish other ones
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| Never to be seen
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| And I wonder why we go to such extremes
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| We watch and wait, hesitate
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| I don’t blame you at all
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| But talk to me
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| Love me
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| Break this all
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| There is no greater gift
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| That moods passed my lips
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| The fountain of life drinks me
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| And I drink it
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| Maybe this are old beginnings
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| But not their ends
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| The proof of their never ending
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| Which is always waiting to continue
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| With the strenght that knows not it’s strenght
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| No it’s testing the limits to extreme
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| This is a gift for you
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| This is a gift to you
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| So we continue to create the stage
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| Pages that freedom and thanks
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| Turn the way to proof we try not to see
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| (I'm feeling safe in the arms of destiny)
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| Low demands are penetrade
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| Cutting through to the core of their faith
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| Deeper with every kiss
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| The pulse of the earth
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| The beat of their heart
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| Grounding foundaition transforming
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| We move to the center slowly right in
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| Above the rivers we flow with the tide
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| We crashed with the waves
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| Embracing beginnings and fall back into place
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| Adopting the ways of others
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| No… another
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| Being…
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| Won’t you enjoy
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| And accepted it for what it is
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| So be here |