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Please, spread them! |
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Fly to end all the sadness in your eyes, miles and miles away. |
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Step around the walls we've built to defend abundance assail. |
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We're close to the end of |
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Ismael. Ismael. |
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Watch us now, forward not back. |
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Late, too late to change the track for |
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Ismael. Breathe, |
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I'm sorry for the echoes. |
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Sorry, sorry. |
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Breathe, oh sorry for the echoes, and it gets us high, and it gets us down again. |
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Please, spread them, fly a long time. |
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There's no tomorrow. |
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Fly away today, miles and miles away, million miles away, away. |
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Breathe, I'm sorry for the echoes. |
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Sorry, sorry. |
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Breathe, oh sorry for the echoes, and it gets us high, and it gets us down again. |
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Spread them out - shout! |
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The eyes in your face still seem to believe in human race. |
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Oh Ismael, don't you see we're deaf and blind in a way so absurd to believe that we don't pay. |
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Oh Ismael. |
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Ismael. Breathe, |
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I'm sorry for the echoes. |
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Sorry, sorry. |
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Breathe (sorry, sorry), oh sorry for the echoes, and it gets us high, and it gets us down again. |
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Breathe (it gets us down again), |
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I'm sorry for the echoes. |
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Sorry, sorry. |
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Breathe (it gets us down again), oh sorry for the echoes, and it gets us high, and it gets us down again. |