Read your book and lose yourself
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In another's thoughts.
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He might tell you 'bout what is
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Or even 'bout what is not.
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And if he's kind and gentle too,
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And he loves the world a lot,
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His twilight words may melt the slush
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Of what you have been taught.
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You know what you could be.
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Tell me my friend,
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Why you worry all the time
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What you should been.
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Listen to the song of life.
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Its rainbow's end won't hold you.
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Its crimson shapes and purple sounds,
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Softly will enfold you.
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It gurgles through the timeless glade,
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In quartertones of lightning.
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No policy is up for sale,
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In case the truth be frightening.
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You know what you could be.
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Tell me my friend,
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Why you worry all the time
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What you should be.
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You Know What You Could Be
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| The Incredible String Band |
