In a dream it would seem
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I went to those who close the open door
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And turning the key I sat
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And spoke to those inside of me
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They answered my questions with questions
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And they pointed me into the night
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Where the moon was a star painted dancer
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And the world was just a spectrum of light
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They reached to my centre of reason
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And pulled on the touchstone that's there
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The shock of that light has me reeling
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And I fell into the depths of despair
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Turning the key I sat
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And spoke to those inside of me
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They answered my questions with questions
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And they set me to stand on the brink
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Where the sun and the moon were as brothers
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And all that was left was to think
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They answered my questions with questions
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And they pointed me into the night
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And the power that bore me had left me alone
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To figure out which way was right
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Questions (Slade, Mann)
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| Manfred Mann's Earth Band |
