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Sometimes I climb High above the city |
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To see all the lights shining there so pretty |
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And think of the millions of lives going on |
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At this present moment and those come and gone |
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And it make me float free |
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To feel how small my life must be |
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And it make me float free |
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To feel how small my life must be |
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When ever I can I go down to the sea |
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And wonder at how many miles there must be |
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And all of the people on all of its shores |
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At this present moment and those gone before |
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And it makes me float free |
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To feel how small my life must be |
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And it make me float free |
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Sometimes I'm out in the bustling street |
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Dazz-led by all of the faces I see |
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It strikes me we get lost so soon after birth |
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But one smile can turn-over heaven and Earth |
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And it makes me float free |
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To feel how small my life must be |
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And it makes me float free |
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To feel how small my life must be |
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And it makes me float free |
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To feel how small my life must be |
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And it makes me float free |
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To feel how small my life must be |