In The Beginning
On The Threshold Of A Dream, 3 minutes
The Moody Blues
[First Man:] I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think.
[Establishment:] Of course you are my bright little star,
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our
You're magnetic ink.
[First Man:] I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.
[Inner Man:] There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave
And keep on thinking free.
Written by EDGE, GRAEME
Published by EMI Music Publishing
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