When I walk barefoot on the soil in the morning
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I can feel the heartbeat of the holy earth
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Under my feet
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And when I climb high among the hills, schooled in wonder
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I can feel the hurtling and the moving of the soul of the world
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As it speaks to me
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And when I fall into illusion's arms, even unto darkness
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Still I feel the power of the unquenchable light
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As it holds me
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And when I die, I'm going back over, I'm going back over
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In the boxcar of my soul to the high far summerlands
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Where I began
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Where I began
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The Waves
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| The Waterboys |
