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don't look down upon the atmosphere |
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wings of stealth are broken dreams |
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don't look back upon your learned years |
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you seem blind to what you've seen |
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now i see how far the ground |
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has fallen down and round and round |
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time is a river and life flows away |
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into the valley of dreams you've made |
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soon i'll be surfing that cold astral plane |
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where the dreams and the nightmares are one and the same |
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don't look now upon your history |
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dead end streets of futures spurned |
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don't look up to all you wish to be |
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winding path of your sojourn |
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can you see how far the ground |
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has fallen down and round and round |
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time is a river and life flows away |
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into the valley of dreams you've made |
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soon i'll be surfing that cold astral plane |
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where the dreams and the nightmares are one and the same |
