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Moody Blues In Search Of The Lost Chord

Timothy Leary's dead. No, no no no, he's outside, looking in. He'll fly his astral plane, Take you trips around the bay, Brings you back the same day

're all looking for someone We're all looking for someone Columbus where are you bound? So you think the world is round Sailed off in the blue What did

The rain is on the roof Hurry high butterfly As clouds roll past my head I know why the skys all cry Om, om, heaven, om The earth turns slowly round

ways Two notes of the chord, that's our full scope But to reach the chord is our life's hope And to name the chord is important to some So they give

Bluebird flying high, tell me what you sing. If you could talk to me, what news would you bring? Of voices in the sky. Nightingale hovering high, harmonize

there anymore Then in our hearts the light broke through A path lost for years is there in view House of four doors You'll be lost now forever House

Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch There's something inside that we need so much The sight of a touch or the scent of a sound Or the strength of an oak