How far are we from where we're going?
It doesn't really matter.
The saving grace is in not knowing.
Let the chips just scatter.
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Is there an end to all we know
or is there never an end?
I guess no one can answer that
for right around the bend
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When I pass a bakery store
then I know what noses are for.
The aroma that wafts into the air
invites me in to stop and stare
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Where is this place called Eden?
It is wherever you are.
It cannot be found without you.
Its place is way too far.
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I'm upside down, inside out.
Cannot figure what I'm about.
I'm sometimes up, sometimes down,
sometimes smile and sometimes frown.
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I remember the music.
It burns in my soul.
It came to me early
and I became whole.
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If I should never meet you
even though you pass my way
all the things we might have shared
will never come into play.
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A house that's always empty
always feels its pain.
It's hollow and it's lifeless
and knows that it's insane
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