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This world is filled with islands |
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Little specks of sand |
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Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky |
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Each one's a different world |
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And so my sails unfurled |
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And I will raise my sails high |
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When I am feeling stagnant |
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My lungs are filled with mud |
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I dream of Beijing and Molokai |
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When I am feeling down |
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Get my feet off the ground |
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And throw my head back to the sky |
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And fly! |
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Alive! |
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This world is filled with rust |
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I could drown in this dust |
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I need to see the Bhutan sky |
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I hear my soul groan |
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I feel my muscles moan |
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If I can't wander I will die |
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I could wander alone |
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Or take my whole damn home |
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I could give a monkey's eye |
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As long as the road's clear |
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A song is in my ear |
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And I will kiss this place goodbye |
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And fly! |
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This world is filled with islands |
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Little specks of sand |
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Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky |
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Each one's a different world |
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And so my sails unfurled |
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And I will raise my sails high |
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When I am feeling stagnant |
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My lungs are filled with mud |
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I dream of Beijing and Molokai |
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When I am feeling down |
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Get my feet off the ground |
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And throw my head back to the sky |
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And fly! |
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Alive! |
