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I love the feeling when we lift up |
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watching the world so small below |
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i love the dreaming when i think of |
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the saftey in the clouds out my window |
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i wonder what keeps us so high up |
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could there be a love beneth these wings |
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if we suddenly fall should i scream out |
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or keep very quite and cling to my mouth as i'm crying |
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so frightend of dying |
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relax yes im trying |
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this fears got a hold on me |
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yes, this fears got a hold on me |
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yes, this fears got a hold on me |
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i love the quite of the night time |
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when the sun in the deathly sea |
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i can feel my heart beating as i speed from |
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then sense of time catching up with me |
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the sky set out like a pathway |
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but who decides which path we take |
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as people drift into a dream world |
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i close my eyes as my hands shake |
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and when i see a new day |
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who's driving this anyway |
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i picture my own grave |
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cause fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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Floating neither up or down i wonder when i'll hit the ground |
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well the earth beneth my body shake |
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and cast your sleeping hearts awake |
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could it tremble stars from moon light skies |
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could it drag a tear from your cold eyes |
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i live on the right side i sleep in the left |
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thats why everythings got to be love or death |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
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yes this fears got a hold on me |
