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Sun's up, uuh huh, looks okay
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the world survives into another day
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and i'm thinking about eternity
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some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
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I had another dream about lions at the door
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they weren't half as frightening as they were before
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but i'm thinking about eternity
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some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
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Walls windows trees, waves coming through
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you be in me and i'll be in you
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together in eternity
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some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
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Up among the firs where it smells so sweet
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or down in the valley where the river used to be
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i got my mind on eternity
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some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
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and i'm wondering where the lions are...
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i'm wondering where the lions are...
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Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake,
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thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take,
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pointing a finger at eternity
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i'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy
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Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun,
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polished as precise like the brain behind the gun
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(should be!) they got me thinking about eternity
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some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
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and i'm wondering where the lions are...
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i'm wondering where the lions are...
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Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay
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One of these days we're going to sail away,
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going to sail into eternity
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some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
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and i'm wondering where the lions are...
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i'm wondering where the lions are...
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Wondering Where The Lions Are
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Bruce Cockburn |