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Wake up feeling good
Go to bed frequently lost in the wood
A soldier's tale of soul winning love
No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth
All over now out

Birdsong in the night
The sound drags a net through the twilight
Emptiness in computors bothers me
These are the seas in our minds
We make our own confine in time
Wake up feeling good   Go to bed frequently lost in the wood   A soldier's tale of soul winning love   No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth   All over now out     Birdsong in the night   The sound drags a net through the twilight   Emptiness in computors bothers me   These are the seas in our minds   We make our own confine in time