Clear Eye Clouded Mind
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You're going to miss the wood Everyone left the wood Take what you can carry Find a road and follow Of course I'm supposed to work I Come from the hills I Find and eat food I Try to protect I Of course I like to laugh I Look at the sky Look in your eye All I feel is transition When do we get home? All I feel is transition Now to be alone With a clear eye But a clouded mind You're going to miss the wood I come from the fen I I left the den The wind blows no good it Tells of a change that Might re-arrange We can't see the ground it's Not where it was All I feel is transition When do we get home? All I feel is transition Now to be alone With a clear eye But a clouded mind The stars are indifferent to astronomy And all that we think we know Mars will salute your autonomy But he doesn't need to know All I feel is transition When do we get home? All I feel is transition Now to be alone With a clear eye But a clouded mind No-one wants to live this fiction Where didn't we go wrong? With a clear eye And a clouded mind The stars are indifferent to astronomy And all that we think we know Mars will salute your autonomy But he doesn't need to know
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