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Gliding like a bird |
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I pick the blue out of your eyes |
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Hi-jack a plane to |
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FranceIf we could watch the moon and dance across the street into above, |
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I would never leavebut i know i have to go sometimeyour hold on me is stronger than the alcohol that's slowly killing meso i'm searching for the bettersearching for the betterthe better part of mefor the better part of meturning up the fanto keep the smoke out of my eyes so that i can seelike a cloudy skyi'm holding on and staying hightrying to believebut we all have to go some timeyour hold on me is stronger than the gravity that's slowly crushing meso i'm searching for the bettersearching for the betterthe better part of mefor the better part of me |
