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Would you rather the feeling
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Of no feeling at all
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A soundless sea that slips toward
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The morning shore, where you stand transfixed
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Void of emotion, no clue of a notion
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Transfixed like a stone
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Enthralled by the feeling of no feeling at all
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Pushed by my sail
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I am moved by the whale
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As he floats through life's seas
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He seems always at ease
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Show me how
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Centurions guard the finely-tuned sensors
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That tremble at the slightest onset of stirrings
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Which switch the dampers to absorb the emotion
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And trigger the filter that screens out
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Time and passing
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Transfixed like a stone
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Enthralled by the feeling of no feeling at all
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Pushed by my sail
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I am moved by the whale
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As he floats through life's seas
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He seems always at ease
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Show me how
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What ya gonna do when it hits the fan
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Open your mind, make a brand new plan
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Do you realize that it's in your head
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Wanna understand but refuse instead
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If you take a deep breath and inhale
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Maybe you can understand the whale
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We either comprehend or we seem to fail
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Pushed by my sail
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I am moved by the whale
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As he floats through life's seas
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He seems always at ease
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Show me how
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Would You
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| Julian Lennon |
