| The boy rummaged through his records
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| Searching for a clue
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| Where was this path?
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| How would he find it?
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| He remembered that the rainbow would rise through the dust
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| Soon he felt drowsy
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| Hypnotized by the sound of a guitar strumming on an old record
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| I feel my heart stop
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| I’ve just got to catch my breath again
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| I feel my body rock
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| And tighten, I’m frightened, I’m falling off the edge
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| It’s as if they’re calling me
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| With the cadence of a flame
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| In the dark they honor me
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| Blowing storms that know my name
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| I feel my heart stop
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| I’ve just got to catch my breath again
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| I feel my body rock
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| And tighten, I’m frightened, I’m falling off the edge
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| In hieroglyphic vision
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| They’re lying kneeling in the reeds
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| But what is it I’m hunting
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| That grows from just a seed
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| I feel my heart stop
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| I’ve just got to catch my breath again
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| I feel my body rock
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| And tighten, I’m frightened, I’m falling off the edge
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| If I pretend I’m melting
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| Melting in the wax
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| I turn the black to color
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| With his magic tracks
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| And I don’t have to ever leave
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| Draw me through the deep
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| It’s pale and soft as swans
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| Building monuments
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| Sailing around the block
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| Sailing through the deep
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| Show me what it’s all about |