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I'll take my time, to where I place my steps to take,And everyone I meet, with so many things to say,Can you see the trees, where the shadows safely play,Liberate the strays, from the prisons that we makeAnd we'll fall asleep, in the isles of Normandy,Where the moon meets, the chariots of Ra,And we'll find a way, to live in picture magazines,To a better place, in higher fantasyDon't want to live, with rocks beneath my knees,And we can tell the world, of all the secrets that we keep,And we'll find a way, to live in picture magazinesTo a better place, in higher fantasy From Letras Mania