when lines are crossed and in your heart
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you can't see where you are
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hold out your hand move through the sand
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and there i'll be waiting
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when it's seeming dark and all the fruit
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has melted through the bowl
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hold out your hand move through the sand
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and know your plate is quite full
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when all good things come attached by strings
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don't bat an eye. just fly.
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when it's feeling hard look to your heart
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and you'll know where i am
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if you play the game you can be as strange
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as you think you should be
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when all good things come attached by strings
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don't bat an eye. just fly.
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when lines are crossed and in your heart
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you can't see where you are
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hold out your hand move through the sand
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and there i'll be waiting...
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All Good Things
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