All these walls were never really there,
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Nor the ceiling or the chair.
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I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach
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I see the breezes weave the trees,
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These walls, you'll find, are yours and mine
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Defined not by them, I
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I'm in times that lie behind my eyelids,
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The sunset still the rising silence,
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[Chorus]
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I'll not feel no fear
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Cos' I'm not really here
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I'm nowhere near here
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There's no rain on roof that grates and beats me
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My favourite tree breaking light to pieces
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Sprinkling, sharded light on me
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Throw a stone as hard as you can
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And hearing with hand not here at land
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Nothing taxi, dusting sand
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My window world spins and twirls,
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The walls then fall, I recall the sort
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White clouds white wash faded spotless
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The weighty shadows, ranges of rocks
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The cold is all illusion thought up
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Stroll on the shore, snooze and explore
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All possibilities in each new morning,
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'til satisfied reaching out, yawning
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Fish in a big dish, some rice and spice,
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Salt over shoulder, never salted so tight
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The truth I have told was silence sometimes
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But who's soul does not hide any crimes
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Wrapped in walls, encircled by work
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The walls fall - the story occurs
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No barrier, no boundary, all hours i please
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The freedom to stay off straight
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Be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end
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[Chorus x2]
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Pale, ancient woods, strew white sandy bays
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This ugly room pales away today
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I'm swimming in the ocean
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I sink slow motion
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Fingers, toes, floating
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Every year 'til yesterday
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I see the eternal setting sea
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I compare all this to me,
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It's all fleeting momentary me
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I blink my eyes, this is reminding me
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Life lies in the blink of an eye
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The old die for reasons, new tides for seasons
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New life born is like teasing
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All these walls were really never there
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Nor the ceiling or the chair
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I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach
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I see the breezes weave the trees
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I am not here at all,
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You are dearly fooled,
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I see bristling trees, the shush at the sea
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Mischievous
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Fluttering seagulls
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No.
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I'm not trapped in a box, so I am glancing at rocks
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I'm dancing off docks
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Since this stance began
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That's where I am
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[Chorus x2]
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So done.
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The Escapist
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| The Streets |
