| Heyawunaho energy flows where attention goes
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| For the gift of the present we owe it to the moment
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| Heyawunaho as above so let it be below
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| For the grace of the presence we owe it to the moment
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| No reason no rhyme
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| Not even to be grateful
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| No reason to be here at all
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| The more I learn the less I know for sure
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| I am reminded
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| Each new belief is a limit itself to be transcended
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| Many signals many signs
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| Appear in sure succession, leaving such impression
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| So many signals many cycles many constellations
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| Signs of the times align in infinite progression
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| Take a slice out of life
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| Everybodys got to own their own little piece of it
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| Well hell I’ve got mine
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| And now its true I wonder could I really ever do without it?
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| No victim no crime
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| So how come they can still call we criminal
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| So many people doing time
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| It’s easy to get cynical
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| When there just is not enough justice
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| There will be those who try to deny and oppose you
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| There will be others still whose aim is but to use you
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| Don’t let them bring you down, don’t let them disappoint thee
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| Their eyes shall never see the coming of the glory
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| Sunrise no surprise another spectral morning
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| Open my eyes to find a brand new day is dawning
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| Must be the season or the silence
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| That gives my lovers whispered words the innocence of song birds |