| It's probably just a small place
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| With a lot of land around it, on a hill
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| French garden on the outside, probably big
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| Entrance with a gate
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| Must be a place of solitude, a mental solitude
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| It's an attitude, that I know very well
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| But, a physical place?
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| Only have one little staircase
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| And the typical fountain in the entrance
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| Garden extends around the house
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| But keep it simple, maybe another fountain on the other side
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| Something a bit bigger, but not necessarily huge
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| Yeah, like a low fence with a little gate that's never closed
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| What a great view
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| Enjoy the tranquility
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| In the alley for the cypresses that leads to the house
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| And then just this vast sort of, uh, horizon
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| Gather my senses together in the woods, experience hope
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| I keep a dungeon for the darker thoughts
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| To cleanse myself, to be able to go downstairs and scream
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| I think if there's a s-, if there's a palace in my mind
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| It's, it's less sort of a fortress away from the rest of the world
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| It's halfway between the world and the stars
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| The sounds for the colors, for the possibilities of perception
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| Absolute clarity, I know the answers
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| You can just get away from everything
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| Except for your own thoughts
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| Grounded in that entity
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| I don't think I would feel alone, because it doesn't really matter
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| You have the best view you could possibly imagine
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| I think you can see the stars a lot better up there
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| You can depend on every note
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| Somewhere near the event horizon of solitude
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| (Absolute tranquility)
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| Over the end of every road
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| All of the ghosts, people you love
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| Even your friends don't want to know
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| But you can depend on every note
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| Over the end of every road
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| But that's a lie
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| You actually believe that you have the formula, uh
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| And then you see that it is wrong
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| Afraid I might become a stranger
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| And you'd just be trapped with yourself
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| Everything falls apart |