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Show me what you got |
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and maybe |
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i'll give you the key |
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it's made of sea foam light |
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and things i dream |
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in the ground |
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in the ground |
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paper planes can fly so why can't we? |
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into the trees we try so gallantly |
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and we fall through the night |
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and we fall through the branches |
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and we call for the light |
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and we call for the chances |
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and i don't know what it is to shine |
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but i know this heart of mine will keep us fine |
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he tried to rescue me |
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but i will not budge |
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i'm tired of leaving crumb for you |
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just to run away |
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away |
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away |
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paper planes can fly so why can't we? |
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into the trees we try so gallantly |
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and we fall through the night |
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and we fall through the branches |
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and we call for the light |
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and we call for the chances |
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and i don't what it is to shine |
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but i know this heart of mine will keep us fine |
