So, so there's this girl on a hill
With a kite strapped to her back
She's crying 'come on hurry blow
Pick me up and throw me skywards'
She's got a prayer in her mouth
And she's done all of the math
She's got a feather for a heart
But it still doesn't guarantee her

Cos not everything you run to wants you
And not everything you love will love you
So there's this boy on a hill
With a hammer in his hand
He's shouting 'fire in the sky
Come on turn me into something special'
And then a storm whips up
And the heavens are alive
And he's wearing copper shoes
But it still doesn't guarantee him

Cos not everything you run to wants you
And not everything you love will love you
It's the tragedy of dreamers
Like me and you

Cos not everything you run to wants you
And not everything you love will love you
It's the tragedy of dreamers
Like me and you
It's the tragedy of dreamers
Like me and you
It's the tragedy of dreamers
Like me and you
It's the tragedy of dreamers
Like me and you

It's just not just, it's not just,
It's just wrong

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