Given good ground to walk around on
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It would mean so much to me to see
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Things for my still young self or else
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I might not believe whatever people
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Say in their own ways, colourful faces
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And easy going shame almost telling me
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Things I need to know
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We're travelling, looking for the world
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Thinking in different words
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I'm not leaving you
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No way friend, you'd ever last
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Yo no voye
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Sweet earth boy
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You'll have to think and wait
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Given wide skies to search and fly
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It would sure seem to me that it's so
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Full of everything, either seen or unseen
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Endless night displays, cosmic death rays
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That hold your feet in place while
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Your mind runs away
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What I didn't know is that no one's going
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This old bus sits while jungles laugh and sing
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Nobody filled me in
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Earth, Sky & C.
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| I Mother Earth |