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| 4:41 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:15 |
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| 3. |
| 3:24 |
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Turn off your mind, relax
And float down stream It is not dying It is not dying Lay down all thought Surrender to the void It is shining It is shining That you may see The meaning of within It is being It is being That love is all And love is everyone It is knowing It is knowing That ignorance and hate May mourn the dead It is believing It is believing But listen to the Color of your dreams It is not living It is not living Or play the game Existence to the end Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning |
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| 2:59 |
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There must be some way out of here,
said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl |
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| 7. |
| 4:09 |
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| 8. |
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| 9. |
| 4:18 |
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The woman of the world turns slowly
Days are drawn?seasons start to change She finds that natural boundary Her eyes change color?sounds begin to fade I slowly turn away… from the woman of the world The woman of the world holds me to colder courses farther out to sea where no one really knows me and if the anchor’s out boarders love and leave She’s waiting on the beach… my woman of the world No one hears the way she whispers every changing season Through every falling rain I listen without reason… without reason… ’till the woman of the world shows me the secret seed she planted in my heart Her breath is cool to sway me Roots shoot down Her eyes begin to shine My love runs leaf and vine through the woman of the world… |
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| 11. |
| 2:31 |
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