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How i wish |
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I could be |
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At the sea |
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Now |
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But we've things to do |
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And we've tales to tell |
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To break that spell |
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Now |
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There are colours that I've never seen here |
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And places where we've never been, dear |
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Turning around |
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Hearing a sound |
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It's the sound of the note we never play |
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Blue the sky, blue the sky |
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And black the swan, black the swan |
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Come undone |
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Yes |
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Angel face, angel face |
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Suitcase man, suitcase man |
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I like your plan |
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God bless |
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It is piercing like a siren's call, yeah |
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Lucid writing on the wall, there, there |
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Puzzling how... |
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Listening now |
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For the sound of the note we never play |
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So you're floating where you used to fall |
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You're running, running ten foot tall |
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Gong, next round |
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New kid in town |
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And the sound of the note I never play |
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I've heard it today |
