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I'm floating over strange land, it's a soulless, sequined, showbiz |
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moon. I'm floating over strange land, and then stranger still, |
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there's no balloon. But I'm getting higher, wafted up by fame's |
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fickle fire 'til the... |
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Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children, |
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bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. (Even I |
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never know where I go when my eyes are closed.) I'm skating over thin |
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ice, upon blunted blades of metal soft. I'm skating over thin ice, |
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while some nonesuch net holds me aloft. But I'm getting higher, |
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lifted up on lucks' circus wire 'til the... |
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Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children, |
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bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. Even I |
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never know where I go when my eyes are closed. Even I never spied |
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that the scenes were posed. Even I never knew this is what I'd be. |
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Even eyes never mean that you're sure to see. Still I'm getting |
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higher, rolling up on three empty tyres, 'til the... |
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I'm soaring over hushed crowds, the reluctant cannonball it seems. |
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I'm soaring over hushed crowds, I'm propelled up here by long dead |
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dreams. Still I'm getting higher, Icarus regrets and retires puzzled? |
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Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children, |
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oddly complete. (Even I never know where I go when my eyes are all |
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closed.) Here I go again! |
