Set in motion my imagination's miles
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A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my
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Young trials lead me sailing down this stream
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Of hidden songs and steam and my
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- Piano it floats and echoes
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A moonbeam through the kite she sent
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Read 'Is your wooden boat in sight?'
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And while I replied 'it's not'
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It was in fact not far from right outside
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I would surprise her wake her up and rise her
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Go swimming in the night's horizon then dry her
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Offer the familiar passage of my outstretched hand
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'Say when you staying home' she said
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'Why not come on my boat instead?'
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'Cos I'm tired of all your currents and your tides
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Your moods creating whirlpools
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And you're in love with the ride and I
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Want - some - peace and quiet!'
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So we fought a while caught our breath a while
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I told her how the purple flowers glow along the river side
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She told me all she wanted was me home with some time
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I showed her how the sky was only water inclined
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I told her about the huts the kind of music we played
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She reminded me that 'Flashes past a house is well made'
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I told her about the spot where all the oceans collide
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She said that 'You could have that with me every night' and so
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Set in motion my imagination's miles
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A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my
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Young trials leads me sailing down this stream of hidden songs
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and steam and my
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- Piano it floats and echoes
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'So when you coming home' she said
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'Why not come on my boat instead?'
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'Cos I'm tired of all your currents and your tides
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Your moods creating whirlpools
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And you're in love with the ride and I
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Need you
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Motion
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The Cat Empire |