| Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
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| Stars to fill my dream
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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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| To sit with elders of the gentle race
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| This world has seldom seen
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| They talk of days for which they sit and wait
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| When all will be revealed
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| Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
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| 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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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, baby, baby I’ve been flying
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| Oh, yeah
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| Slowly dying
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| Slowly dying, yeah
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| Ain’t no denying
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| Ain’t no denying
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| All I see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground
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| And my eyes fill with sand
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| As I scan this wasted land trying to find
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| Trying to find, trying to find where I’ve 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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| I hid the path that led me to that place
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| Yellow desert stream
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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 moving through Kashmir
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| Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
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| Across the sea of years
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| With no provision, but an open face
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| Along the straits of fear
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Yeah
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| Oh, when I’m on
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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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| Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
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| When I’m down, down, down
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| Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
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| When I’m down, down, down, down
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| Oh, I’m on my way
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| Hey baby, come on baby
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| Pretty baby
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| Hey baby, pretty baby
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| Come on baby
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| Hey baby, come on baby
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| Pretty baby
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| Hey baby, come on baby
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| Pretty baby
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way |