| High vibration go on
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| To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
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| Past a mortal as me
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| Where can I be?
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| Wish the sun to stand still
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| Reaching out to touch our own being
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| Past a mortal as we
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| Here we can be
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| We can be here
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| Be here now
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| Here we can be
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| Workings of man
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| Set to ply out historical life
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| Regaining the flower of the fruit of his tree
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| All awakening, all restoring you
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| Workings of man, crying out from the fires set aflame
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| By his blindness to see that the warmth of his being
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| Is promised for his seeing, his reaching so clearly
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| Workings of man
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| Driven far from the path
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| Rereleased in inhibitions
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| So that all is left for you
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| All is left for you
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| All is left for you
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| All this left for you now
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| Master of things, master of light
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| Songs cast alight on you, all pure chance
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| Hark through dark ties as exists cross divided
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| That tunnel us out of sane existence in all encircling mode
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| In challenge as direct, oh closely guided plan
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| As eyes see young stars assemble awaken in our heart
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| Master of soul, master of time
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| Set to touch, setting sail
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| All impenetrable youth over all of our lands
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| Ask away, and as we look
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| That thought be contact forever closer
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| With all that’s clear shall we now bid
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| Be honest with yourself, farewell, farewell
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| Theres no doubt, no doubt
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| High vibration go on
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| To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
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| Past a mortal as me
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| Where can I be?
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| Wish the sun to stand still
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| Reaching out to touch our own being
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| Past a mortal as we
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| Here we can be
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| We can be here
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| Like the time I ran away
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| And turned around
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| And you were standing close to me
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| Like the time I ran away
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| And turned around
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| And you were standing close to me |