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Lyrics by Paul Korda
Driving this
Northern California highway
I can't keep
the tears from my eyes
I needed to
find meaning, in my way
If it meant
leaving every thing I knew behind.
Coming to, was
I really there to you
Surrounded by
lost horizons and boats
capsizing, and
no-one coming to.
Coming to, get
the feel of you
Coming to, let
your dreams come true
Coming to, is
all there is to do, Coming to
As the ferry
brings me to the island
Nature beckons
me to come to where I'm from.
A street
musician battles with a siren
If you play
you know which side you're on.
Coming to, was
I really there to you
As desert
sands are shifting, in a place
Where few are
listening,
There's no
choice but coming to
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 Not for Robots
by Paul Korda
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