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Now what's that thing I can't remember? |
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How did I get so far off center? |
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It's a fractured view through faulty lenses |
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What do you trust when you can't trust your senses? |
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But I can fly through the heavens on the power of my heart |
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And thread my way through a string of stars |
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To write your name in a new constellation |
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Declare my love to all creation |
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I need to see the milky way |
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No city lights, no smoky haze |
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Just a speck on a speck on a spiral arm |
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Ahh it feels so good to be so small |
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And I can fly through the heavens on the power of my heart |
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And thread my way through a string of stars |
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To write your name in a new constellation |
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Declare my love to all creation |
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In darkness it gathers |
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In sunlight it scatters |
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My sorrow's contagious |
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I've tested your patience |
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Saint Dymphna, Cecilia |
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Saint Margret, Christina |
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We've no faith but hear us |
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Saint Drogo, Saint Vitus |
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Hey, what's that thing I can't remember? |
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I can fly through the heavens on the power of my heart |
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And thread my way through a string of stars |
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To write your name in a new constellation |
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Declare my love to all creation |
