| On the Island
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| There are no places or people
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| But I’ll go walking
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| And on the way I’ll find you
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| On the way I’ll find
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| The magic trick inverts
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| And the way to get there
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| Is going round in circles
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| And the way to get there
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| La-da-da-da-da-da-da
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| I am the searchlight
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| Not the seeker, not the found
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| I am the midwife
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| Not the newborn, not the bearer
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| Gave birth to the child and came back again
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| Shut your eyes and listen
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| And the way to get there
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| La-da-da-da-da-da-da
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| I am the wood fire
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| Not the broken, not the crowned
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| I am the midwife
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| Gave birth to the child and came back again
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| I am the murder
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| Not the suspect, not the victim
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| I am the reasons
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| Not the questions, not the answers (the air)
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| I am the mourner
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| Not the suspect, not the victim
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| I am the reasons
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| Not the question, not the answers (the air)
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| La-da-da-da, where ever you will find them |