Thievery Corporation Philosopher's Stone
We will never find what we cannot see
As crystal clear as the air we breathe
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Into the mirage, where are strange times,
Gypsies,clowns and kings gather to conspire
Within ourselves, pass the façade,
Well...we dissolve into the heart of it all
We will never find what we cannot see
As crystal clear as the air we breathe
Merchants and lies...their hearts are cold
Selling a rich man's dreams to a begger soul
We will never find what we cannot see
As crystal clear as the air we breathe
