I was born in ¡¯82, a poor man¡¯s son
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When it came to hand-me-downs he only gave me one
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At first I was ungrateful, at once I was confused
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He said, ¡°music is the cup for you I pour
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It¡¯s all I really have, wish I could give you more
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But I have to catch my ride, son, I¡¯m off to a distant shore¡±
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You see my dad gave me the keys but I¡¯d have to show myself to the door
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Soon the words he left were too faint to hear
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And a path with no direction made it hard to steer
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My soul was dry and thirsty, my mind was so unclear
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While wandering around and searching there
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I came across a man I¡¯d seen before I swear
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And again I¡¯d see him too on a beach with the fading of the moon
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And he¡¯d say,
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¡°Communication is calling you it¡¯s all in you.
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No hesitation, you¡¯ve got to see this through¡±
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I needed something to fill me up
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In my bag a gift from dad, my music cup
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Well, I should have looked here first in an attempt to quench the thirst
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The taste was like a melody
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With words to follow so expressively
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I was off to share my song and no, it wouldn¡¯t be too long
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¡®til I was standing on the stage and the crowd would sing it back to me
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And we¡¯d say,
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¡°Communication is calling us it¡¯s all in us,
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a celebration for you and me and the universe, our destination¡±
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(How we find the answers)
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When we search beyond ourselves you know we always learn
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(We become so clever)
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Let our walls crumble and burn away
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(Make a change forever)
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Can we lend a better hand than the one that we¡¯ve been dealt?
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Let the music be the way we get there
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And we sing,
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¡°La la la la la la la la¡±
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I walked the beach that morning and I found my faithful friend
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Waiting there with words of wisdom and a fishing rod in hand
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I watched him and I listened so peculiar and so sweet
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Saying ¡°Love is all that we need and communication¡±
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I said,
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¡°Communication is calling me and yes, it¡¯s all in me¡±
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The cup has served me well for fifteen years
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With music in my world I¡¯ve shed some fears
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And I¡¯ve tried to understand how to be a better man
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There is rhythm to my life that ebbs and flows
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And at times the inspiration comes and goes
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But whenever it arrives, well, I go down a take a dive
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When I swim up to the surface I sing ¡°communication¡± every time
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Communication
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Mae |