Here I am, can you feel me breating
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In the rhythm of the world I'm in
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Here I am, can you feel me breathing
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In the rhythm of the world I'm in
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Reaching out I caress the trees
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While the sun revolves above me
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Teh air is so rich I can almost drink it
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Dance like a fay twixt tree and stream so cold
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The true philosopher's stones
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Never shall turn nothing into gold
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Now they tell me I must lay me down
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Once more they'll lock they door
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But of leaves of green my pillow is
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And free I'll disppear in the thicket
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The tru philosopher's stones
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Never shall turn nothing into gold
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I'm awoken in the woods
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I'm searching for the nevershining stones
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And the man in white say I can't hear the birds
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singing
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I'm awoken in the woods
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I'm closer to the everlasting truth
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And the man in white says I can't hear them
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The wealth of mine is not like thine of gold shining
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Tree and leaf my treasures are
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Living like me, and dying
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I'm awoken in the woods
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I'm searching for the nevershining stones
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And the man in white say I can't hear the birds
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singing
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I'm awoken in the woods
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I'm closer to the everlasting truth
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And the man in white says I can't hear them
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I'm awoken in the woods
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I'm searching for the nevershining stones
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And the man in white, and the man in white
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I'm awoken in the woods
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I'm closer to the everlasting truth
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And the man in white says I can't hear them
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Now I'm here behind rubber walls
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And they tell me my forest never was at all
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Not in a thousand years
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Was it the drugs they gave to calm me
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Or something into my mind through generations fed
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And it it's all gone only a collective memory
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Are we then dead
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Is this the kingdom of the mad
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The Never Shining Stones
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| Wuthering Heights |
