Get out on the field in the morning
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When your favorite city sleeps
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Swim in the sea in the morning
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When no one is drowning in it yet
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Morning calls somewhere far away
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A lonely light is calling somewhere in the distance
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In flight over the earth
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I see dream cities
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In which there is no pain
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Light plays under the roofs of houses
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He gives people love and prohibition
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He gives hope
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Fire and water - he is somewhere between
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I hear dream cities with my heart
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Night Roads - Frayed Jeans
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Loop, people dream
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Cold walls embrace the first snow
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All around beauty
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High flights of magical sleep
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Get out on the field in the morning
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When your favorite city sleeps
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Swim in the sea in the morning
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When no one is drowning in it yet
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Morning calls somewhere far away
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A lonely light is calling somewhere in the distance
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In flight over the earth
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I feel the cities - in which there are no tears
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Crimson passion with the tongue of fire
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Swallowed by sadness - the cities are dancing
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Only where freedom impulse
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Beats the pulse
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Freedom's voice beats
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Somewhere far away a light is calling
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I touch people of thought
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They are light - like cigarette smoke
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Like the first snow
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Like the first rays
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In which the tears of the night have dissolved
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wind teach
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Get out on the field in the morning
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When your favorite city sleeps
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Swim in the sea in the morning
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When no one is drowning in it yet
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Morning calls somewhere far away
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A lonely light is calling somewhere in the distance
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In flight over the earth
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Golden cities are covered with domes
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They can be touched
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And iron
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Any desire
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love messages
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On TV screens
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Reflection in the eyes of bright light
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Fresh blood in the golden sands
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City of foundations near and far
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steep banks
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I feel with my heart
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My roads are like frayed jeans
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Winding, thoughts are hovering
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Lonely light beckons somewhere
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Get out on the field in the morning
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When your favorite city sleeps
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Swim in the sea in the morning
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When no one is drowning in it yet
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Morning calls somewhere far away
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A lonely light is calling somewhere in the distance |