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I was in a plane to |
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PanamaAnd a fly landed on her thigh |
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And I thought |
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I brushed it off quite brashly |
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I introduced myself |
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And she said her name was sky. |
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A simple Hi and |
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I could tell |
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That her plainness was well seamless |
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And somewhere deep inside |
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She drove a calm and weightless determination |
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And to what lands her mind would travel |
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I don't know but |
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I was so curious |
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I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds |
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YeahI asked her whether she enjoyed being in the air |
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And airily she answered with an accent so careful |
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I could feel each syllable while |
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I love things that seem impossible |
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I love things that seem impossible |
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Well I love things that seem impossible |
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And I love things that seem impossible |
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YeahSeem impossible |
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Seem impossible |
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I love things that seem impossible |
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And to what lands her mind would travel |
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I don't know but |
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I was so curious |
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I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds |
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Yeah |
