Somewhere I'll hide.
Hide from all.
Somewhere I'll get away.
Get away with loving you.
Running we do from her attention glazed eyes.
Running from the posse of fiends.
Somewhere we'll find ourselfs.
That place under skies of amythist.
Sparkling mineral water streams.
Well find freedom with the wind blowing through the mamosa.
Somewhere we are now born.
 
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