| I fired an arrow made out of will
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| And watched as it flew beyond a green hill
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| I followed its trail with a song in my head
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| The stars for my cieling, the earth for my bed.
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light.
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| My thoughts exploded like flowers in May
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| With the eye of my mind I saw a great day
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| I climbed a dark tower, took it by stealth
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| With every idea I invented myself
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light.
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| In a hungry hour in an unlit land
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| Heard by no ear I made my demands
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| The tables were cleared and the ashes were swept
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| Rome was rebuilt in a day as I slept.
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light.
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| I can still see the bones of the ships of the sun
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| In the slow ebbing tide when the battle was won
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| Afraid of nothing, scared of no man
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| I did not die and I know who I am.
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light
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| On my way to the big light.
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| And no son of Adam, no daughter of Eve
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| Will be able to stop me when I’m ready to leave.
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| All love to the love
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| All flame to the fire
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| All wings to the wind
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| All that lives higher.
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| All love to the love
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| All flame to the fire
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| All wings to the wind
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| All that lives higher.
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| All love to the love
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| All flame to the fire
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| All wings to the wind
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| All that lives higher. |