| The fog has just lifted revealing the gray
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| Hills that are rolling, rolling away
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| Bird songs invoking an echo of home
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| Sigma Oasis is waiting alone
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| A stone in the harbor, a ripple at sea
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| A breeze in the parlor, the bend of your knee
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| The water train lurches and floats off the track
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| Sigma Oasis is calling us back
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| So take off, take off, take off your mask
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| The fear’s an illusion, so don’t even ask
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| You’re finally weightless, so take to the air
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| Sigma Oasis, you’re already there
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| It’s always a search or a hunt from the start
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| Seeking a memory dear to the heart
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| You’re finally weightless, so take to the sky
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| Sigma Oasis goes sailing on by
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| Take off, take off, take off your mask
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| The fear’s an illusion, so don’t even ask
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| You’re finally weightless, so take to the air
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| Sigma Oasis, you’re already there
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| You’re already there
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| Our ligaments falter, we scatter like art
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| In furrows assemble what tides pulled apart
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| The work on the bone fragment jigsaw may cease
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| Sigma Oasis holds the last piece
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| Sigma Oasis, adrift on a breeze
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| A waterlogged train, traversing the seas
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| Sigma Oasis alone on a beach
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| Protecting a castle the tides never reached
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| Am I protecting or breaking an oath
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| For Sigma Oasis, it’s neither and both
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| You’re finally weightless, so take to the air
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| Sigma Oasis, you’re already there
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| You’re already there
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| You’re already there
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| You’re already there
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| You’re already there
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| You’re already there |