(Hammill)
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Now we sit here in our special place,
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all wearing our happy faces gladly.
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Sunlight appears in our world; our joy
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has been turned from badness.
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Now we've moved and left alone
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and it's easier that way.
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We are riding on rainbows
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and happy today.
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Now we move to the sun in every direction;
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we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
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joking a lot, smoking or not,
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floating our yacht off to freedom,
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voting to be Aquarian!
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I hold silver flashing metal in the palm
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of my petal hand, watching it quiver:
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to breathe too close is death -
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ah, but what is breath but a way to deliverance?
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Soon we will all be joined
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in a great silver tube,
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wanting every one to come along,
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that means you too!
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Now we move to the sun in every direction;
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we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
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mapping the way, clapping to say
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we're happy today, and assured of
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the fact that we're all Aquarian!
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Hardly any money... who needs bread anyway?
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Well, I mean to say, it's just the read to freedom!
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Everything's too funny; we just ride along so high,
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watch the bad scenes floating by, who needs them?
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Soon we will all be joined
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in a great silver tube,
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wanting every one to come along,
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that means you too!
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Now we move to the sun in every direction;
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we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
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Lighting the path, righting the past,
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fighting the dark like centurions,
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writing our names as Aquarians!
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As Aquarians, but as Aquarians!
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Writing our names as we move to the sun,
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we're Aquarian!
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Aquarian
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