| From rock to rock
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| And stone to stone
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| It’s what I do
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| When I’m alone
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| With all the time
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| Such a place
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| And now it seems
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| Without a face
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| Laugh and mock
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| They don’t believe
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| I smile only
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| As they leave
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| Know I feel
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| A bit confused
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| Its like the dream
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| Where I can’t move
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| Alone at last
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| The tide is low
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| A greater pitch
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| In which to go
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| The ocean swells
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| I move away
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| It follows me
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| As if to play
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| Now I rest
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| In nature’s own
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| She holds me tight
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| And free from home
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| In a different
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| World of mine
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| There comes a voice
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| To tell the time
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| Tell the time
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| Tell the time
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| Tell the time
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| Does something else exist beyond the sky?
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| Will the angels walk or will they fly?
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| A familiar voice I haven’t heard in years
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| Tell me what to do in seven years
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| And if its not my time can I come back?
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| Found myself in the tunnel of light
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| And I didn’t have the urge to fight
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| Found myself in the tunnel of light
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| And I didn’t have the urge to fight
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| Found myself in the tunnel of light
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| And I didn’t have the urge to fight
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| Found myself in the tunnel of light
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| And I didn’t have the urge to fight
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| A storm rolls in
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| But still I’m safe
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| I find myself
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| Within a cave
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| The lightning strikes
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| Like a spiderweb
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| I catch my breath
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| On a concrete bed
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| I can’t remember
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| Certain things
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| Like when and where
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| I got these wings
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| The storm had passed
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| And the day was bright
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| And each step
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| Seemed aflight
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| Now I’ve met
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| My guardian
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| My lease on life
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| Renewed again
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| Peace has
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| Overwhelmed my soul
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| And the toll collector
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| Takes its toll
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| Can I have
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| A few more days
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| To take in
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| Just a few more rays?
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| Live the life
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| That I’d always hoped
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| And tend the plants
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| That I meant to grow
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| Meant to grow
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| Meant to grow
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| Meant to grow
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| Does something else exist beyond the sky?
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| Will the angels walk or will they fly?
|
| A familiar voice I haven’t heard in years
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| Tell me what to do in seven years
|
| And if its not my time can I come back?
|
| Found myself in the tunnel of light
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| And I didn’t have the urge to fight
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| Found myself in the tunnel of light
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| And I didn’t have the urge to fight
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| Found myself in the tunnel of light
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| And I didn’t have the urge to fight
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| Found myself in the tunnel of light
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| And I didn’t have the urge to fight |