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Ebb And Flow
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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I´ve always been told to swim with the stream
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To spend my life in the old fashioned way
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Of growing up and proving your worth
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In being tested every day
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But I used to believed in a better world
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Believed in a force that noone knows
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Cause deep in my doubts a voice on my mind
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Said there´s something between ebb and flow
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Take my heart and lead me
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To the land between ebb and flow
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The world between day and night
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The place between yes and no
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Deep in the forest of my mind
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Is a lonely glade behind eternal walls
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But each time that I try to understand
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The ledder breaks and I can´t help to fall
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I use to search for doors or windows
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Turn my mind into an object of woe
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And deep inside I shurly know
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The entrance is between ebb and flow
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Take my heart and lead me
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To the land between ebb and flow
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The world between day and night
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The place between yes and no
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I do want to meet the power
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That makes winter turn into spring
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And I want to scale the tower
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From which the banshee sings
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Yes I do want to meet the man
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Who created you and me
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Ask him some questions
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´Bout how to live how to be
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Take my heart and lead me
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To the land between ebb and flow
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The world between day and night
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The place between yes and no
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Ebb And Flow
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| Another Tale |
