| Do you ever look around
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| Turn your ear to the ground
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| Show your face to the sky
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| On a night when the skies echoe sounds
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| From inside of your mind
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| On the stage that you shone
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| Where the sun did become you
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| And move with your thoughts
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| Through the sighs and the scenes
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| Of the worlds you have seen
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| And the sights that have been
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| Your reflection in shadows and dreams?
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| — your reflection in shadows and dreams
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| Did you ever see a man
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| Who did walk down the street
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| White robe with no shoes on his feet
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| And on top of his head place a box with two slits
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| And the sign from his neck said
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| 'I do not exist'
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| Or a woman who could not remember her name
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| Did stutter and stutter
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| Again and again
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| And saw you and called you her son
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| Her eyes said
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| 'my being is gone
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| But still I’m not dead'?
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| Miserere
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| Have you ever seen a sound
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| Have you listened to an image
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| Have you ever touched a thought
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| Have you ever tasted nothing
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| Have you ever told a lie
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| That was true more than truth
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| Because truth it had lied
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| All it’s life when it spoke to you?
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| And what did it say
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| It is that it is this
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| This goes here here is there
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| It is not yes it is It was dulling your senses
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| Your eyes they were bound
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| Have you ever my friends
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| Been looking around?
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| And the other replies
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| With a wave of a hand
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| I am already here
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| In this promised land
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| But not by a god and not by a king
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| And not by a spirit
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| Deep from within
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| I am here
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| Because a miracle’s a whim
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| It’s a flash of glory
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| It’s an empty tin
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| And maybe might lets you in Not to save you
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| But to keep on looking-
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| Miserere…
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| Have you ever
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| Been so happy that you’re sad?
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| That the lights turn to stars
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| And the stars become eyes
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| And hello’s are goodbye’s
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| And the laughs are the sigh’s
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| And the show disappears with the note
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| 'until next time'
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| Long live living
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| If living can be this
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| Long live living
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| If living can be this
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| Long live living
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| If living can be this
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| Long live living
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| If living can be this
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| Do you ever look around
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| Turn your ear to the ground
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| Show your face to the sky
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| On a night when the skies echoe sounds
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| From inside of your mind
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| On the stage that you shone
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| Where the sun did become you
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| And move with your thoughts
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| Through the sighs and the scenes
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| Of the worlds you have seen
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| And the sights that have been
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| Your reflection in shadows and dreams
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| Do you ever look around
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| And find what is yet to be found? |