| Sleepwalk down to the ocean
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| In the middle of a dream
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| I woke up surrounded by water
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| I was standing on it
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| I came down from the mountain
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| With the law in both hands
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| Looking for the land of milk and honey
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| I was standing on it
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| Yeah swimming in it
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| I was standing on it, singing
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| O-o-ooooh
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| And we are all floating
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| Without really knowing
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| We’re scratching for purchase
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| In search of the surface, singing
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| O-o-ooooh
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| We’re standing on it, yeah
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| O-o-ooooh
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| We’re standing on it, yeah
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| O-o-ooooh
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| They opened the grave up
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| To re-bury the body
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| They rolled back the tombstone
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| But we’re standing on it, singing
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| O-o-ooooh
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| And we are all floating
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| Without really knowing
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| We’re scratching for purchase
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| In search of the surface
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| It’s just underneath us
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| Waiting to receive us
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| There’s rock at the bottom
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| And we’re standing on it, singing
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| O-o-ooooh
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| We’re standing on it, yeah
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| O-o-ooooh
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| We’re standing on it, yeah
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| O-o-ooooh
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| We’re standing on it, yeah
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| O-o-ooooh
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| We’re standing on it, yeah
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| O-o-ooooh |