| Is it a…
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| Journey to forever?
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| Or a forever journey?
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| Are we found in our first breathe?
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| Or in our last exhale?
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| Must we return to the same sacred ground?
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| Bathing each wound only to return to our quest?
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| Is it…
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| One lifetime?
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| Many lifetimes?
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| Searching until we stand still
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| In awe of our own glow
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| (Breathe…
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| …Breathe)
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| Elevate yourself
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| The mindstate’s alive
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| When I get there, I swear I’m gone
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| Elevate yourself to the next plateau
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| Just go, just go
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| The mindstate’s alive
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| Nobody knows but me
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| When I get there, I swear I’m Gone
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| Last bag in the van I’m leaving Oakland
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| I pick my lady up in San Jose baby she’s smoking
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| Headed down the 101 we watched the sunset
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| I’m smiling while driving, she undressed
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| Ease off the gas, so I’m rolling at a snail’s pace
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| Ocean pacific, yeah I got a whale tail in my face!
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| I bump the bass, she took a taste and now I’m 35
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| So many memories, my life like that early drive
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| I live in paradise
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| I don’t want to die
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| And so I vow, the destination, yeah it is a drive
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| This meditation transcends limitation
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| The music’s invitation for YOU to heal the nation
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| I build vacations on the daily
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| I won’t be stuck inside a jail cell, hell no, you crazy?
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| And if you stuck inside a jail cell, then breathe in
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| Breathe out, white light, start believing…
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| Ichi, ni, san, yon
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| These are the days…
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| Some say end times
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| I say…
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| Beginning
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| Be not moved
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| By false prophets
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| And hate mongers
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| For without fear
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| They cease to exist
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| This is…
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| The great changeover
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| The evolution of humanity!
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| Play your part
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| Eventually…
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| I’m sure that we…
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| Will get to where we’re supposed to be…
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| On our journey
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| I can see…
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| We all want to be free…
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| On our journey to forever
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| I can see…
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| We all want to be free…
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| On our journeys to forever
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| (Z & G) |