(Anderson)
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I awoke this morning
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love laid me down by a river.
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Drifting I turned on upstream
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Bound for my forgiver.
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In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
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Sound did silence me
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leaving no trace.
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I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
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Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
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He spoke of lands not far
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or lands they were in his mind.
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Of fusion captured high
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where reason captured his time.
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In no time at all he took me to the gate.
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In haste I quickly checked the time.
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if I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
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Had to hear your wonderous stories.
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Hearing
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Hearing
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Hearing your wonderous stories.
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Hearing your wonderous stories.
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It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
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Imagine everything
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You're close
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and were you there to stand
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so cautiously at first and then so high.
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As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
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I bid it to return
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to hear your wonderous stories.
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Return to hear your wonderous stories.
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Hearing,
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Hearing,
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Hearing,
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Hearing,
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Hearing,
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Wonderous Stories
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| London Philharmonic Orchestra |
