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"birds and planes go |
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Through the rainbow |
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Every day though |
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You simply refuse |
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Old-fashioned ferris wheels |
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Are no big deal |
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They're just big wheels with chairs |
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So don't be scared |
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Just set yourself free" |
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She tells me it's alright |
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To open up my eyes |
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She holds onto my hand |
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And the clouds float by |
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The couple in the car below |
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They wave to us and say hello |
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I think they understand |
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The way we're feeling |
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I don't need to say 'i love you' |
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When we're floating |
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So far up above |
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Everyone else's lives |
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Are intertwined |
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With yours and mine |
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I hope |
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They find the joy |
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That we have found |
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She tells me it's alright |
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To open up my eyes |
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She holds onto my hand |
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And the clouds race by |
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The couple in the car above |
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I suppose they think |
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That we're in love |
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I think they might be right |
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And without warning when we're almost at the top |
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The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop. |
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The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless death |
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The air gets clammy and we hold each other's breath |
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We get the feeling that we're not alone in this |
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And then a god who really ought not to exist |
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Sticks out a great big hand |
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And grabs me by the wrist |
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And asks me "why?" and i say |
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"well god, it's like this |
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It may be arrogance |
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Or just appalling taste |
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But i'd rather use my pain than let it all go to waste |
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On some old god who tells me what i want to hear |
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As if i cannot tell obedience from fear |
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I want to take my pleasures where and how i will, |
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Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilled |
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And to be frank i find that life has more appeal |
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Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel" |
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Then god decides that he has taken quite enough |
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Of all this atheistic tosh i'm spouting off |
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And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir |
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To sing of times when men were filled with christian fire |
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But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast |
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And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last |
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And soon my feet are safely back on solid ground |
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And then i hear a voice say |
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"don't look down!". |
