Escape

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Farewell Number Two

Raise your eyes, you're not yet dead
Although your youthful head has changed
Two summers gone, she counts the days
But coming like a wind, I see the way

Although your youthful head has changed
Catalina's breath, it seems
Is curling round my ears, it's in your trees
The more I love your greenest land
The more I feel the need to go away

Giving all I could give within reason
Despite doubt the makers of my fate would cast
Carpenters and paperhangers
Tradesmen through to royal shoemakers

Leave them all behind
Noble they may be
They should be psychosync
A clearer state of mind
A clearer state of mind

Having one to talk to after losing everything
I thought was all it should have been
Grey green eyes looked out upon a world
And saw my words were true but fell in backward rhyme

Seagulls taking flight
Like seagulls taking flight, flying low
Birds could never know
The birds could never know

Conclusion

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