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Oh let the sun beat down upon my face |
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Stars to fill my dreams |
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I am a traveler of both time and space |
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To be where I have been |
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Secret elders of the gentle race |
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This world is seldom seen |
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They talk of days for which they sit and wait |
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All will be revealed |
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Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace |
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Whose sounds caress my ear |
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But not a word I heard could I relate |
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The story was quite clear |
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Woah, woah |
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Ooh, oh baby I been flying |
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Lord yeah mama, there ain't no denyin' |
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Oh, ooh yes, I've been flying |
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Mama ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin' |
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Oh all I see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground |
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And my eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted land |
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Trying to find, trying to find where I been |
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Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace |
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Like thoughts inside a dream |
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Heed the path that led me to that place |
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Yellow desert screen |
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My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon |
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I will return again |
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Sure as the dust that floats high in June |
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When movin' through Kashmir |
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Oh, father of the four winds |
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Fill my sails, across the sea of years |
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With no provision but an open face |
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'Long the straits of fear |
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Woah, woah, woah |
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Oh |
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Well, when I want |
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When I'm on my way, yeah |
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When I see |
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When I see the way, you stay, yeah |
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Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah, well I'm down, yes |
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Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah, well I'm down, so down |
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Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there |
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Oh oh, come on, come on |
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Oh, let me take you there |
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Let me take you there |
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Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah |
