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I got up at four in the morning thinking it was six in the afternoon I've got to stop up the way that I'm sleeping here My escape turns everything into balloon You say you have got to try to find a place up in the blue Call out to the far off places streets for everyone Want to go now, want to go now far from here So dream of me you Maharet, scream for me in ancient time |