| I arrive to blue skies and green rivers
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| Traveled the globe amazed how every scene differs
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| My esteem’s on K2, I dream bigger
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| To Mother Earth I bow, like when a Queen enters
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| Life’s so beautiful, it’s musical I sing along
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| But it’s inhabitants so quickly say I’m singing wrong (what?)
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| Well let’s rehearse, I’ll sing the hook you take the verse
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| Let’s build a bridge, if you ain’t feeling it then let’s reverse
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| We’ll make it work over time, with open mind
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| Hope is dying let’s fix the broken so folk can shine
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| I want to help secure fortress, pass torches
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| Be boisterous about more than fast Porsches
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| And staying perched on porches, taking self portrait
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| After self portrait, you treat it like horse shit
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| Got all the beauty in this world and you ignore it
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| For you don’t see the trees or the forest, you forfeit
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| We came from beyond the sun
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| I arrived at the third rock from the star that you call a sun
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| And was greeted by the son of man, standing with the gun in hand
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| I come in peace, but I cracked up and laughed so hard
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| I almost fell to pieces, you seem to have a thesis
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| That you been onward and upward and evolving
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| Just as sure as your axis is revolving
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| As evidenced by your new technology
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| I think you owe your ancestors an apology
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| You’ve come so far only to forget
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| So much more than you know now, and I know how
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| You’ve been hitting reset on your history
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| Dividing and conquering yourself into mystery
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| It’s no wonder why there’s so much misery
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| And suffering, even as the gem of your system
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| The pretty little sapphire, refracting blue light
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| Digesting sunlight, sustaining true life
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| Used to be my favourite little tourist spot
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| I love the pyramids, now you wonder if I built 'em
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| A galactic pilgrim, soaking in the atmosphere
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| Nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live here
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| We came from beyond the sun |