You're gonna miss the wood
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Everyone left the wood
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Take what you can carry
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Find a road and follow
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Of course I'm supposed to work I -
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come from the hills I -
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Find and eat food I -
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try to protect I -
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Of course I like to laugh I -
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look at the sky,
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look in your eye
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All I feel is transition
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When do we get home?
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all i feel is transition
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Now to be alone
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With a clear eye but a clouded mind
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You're gonna miss the wood
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I come from the fen I -
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I left the den
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The wind blows no good it -
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Tells of a change that
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Might rearrange
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can't see the ground it's -
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Not where it was
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All I feel is transition
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When do we get home?
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All I feel is transition
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Now to be alone
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With a clear eye but a clouded mind
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The stars are indifferent to astronomy
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And all that we think we know
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Mars will salute your autonomy
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But he doesn't need to know
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All I feel is transition
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When do we get home?
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All I feel is transition
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Now to be alone
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With a clear eye but a clouded mind
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No one wants to live this fiction
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Where didn't we go wrong?
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With a clear eye but a clouded mind
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The stars are indifferent to astronomy
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And all that we think we know
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Mars will salute your autonomy
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But he doesn't need to know
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The stars are indifferent to astronomy
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And all that we think we know
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Mars will salute your autonomy
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But he doesn't need to know
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Clear Eye Clouded Mind
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Nada Surf |