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Too high to wonder why I've touched this place before Somewhere in another time Now I can hear the sun The clouds drifting through the blinds A half a million thoughts Are flowing through my mind A satellite recalled your voice Sent me round the world again All the night you've dreamt away Sent me round my heart again One touch upon my lips And all my thoughts are clear I feel your smoky mist Up to the stratosfear Did you notify my way To hide a wonder why I've touched this place before, So we're in another time Now I can hear the sound The clouds drifting through the blidge A half a million thoughts Are flowing through my mind Did you notify my way To hide a wonder why I've touched this place before, So we're in another time Now I can hear the sound The clouds drifting through the blidge A half a million thoughts Are flowing through my mind |
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(vowles, del naja, marshall, hooper, suwoton, goldman) Nicolette I try to believe what i feel these days It makes life much easier for me It's hard to decide what is real these days When things look so dizzy to me I already know my children's children's faces Voices that i've heard before There's always more There's always more Wandering leaving the sea behind To my home which everybody owns Wandering, wandering Where we can do what we please Wandering I feel like a thousand years have passed I'm younger than i used to be I feel like the world is my home at last I know everyone that i meet Somewhere in the music i can hear the bells I heard a thousand years before There's always more There's always more Wandering is this there all there is Since i was since I began to be Wandering, wandering Where we can do what we please Wandering |
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