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old days, don't come to find me, |
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the sun is just about to climb |
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up over there. |
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'while my heart is sinking |
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i do not want my voice to go out |
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into the air'. |
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did you leave the darkness without me? |
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you're always miles ahead. |
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and you're standing |
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in tomorrow |
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on the runway. |
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the music in my head, |
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the air around my bed, |
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oh be my rest. |
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replace the small disgraces of |
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the times and places that i |
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never really left. |
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did you leave the darkness without me? |
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you're always miles ahead. |
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and you're standing |
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in tomorrow |
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on the runway. |
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oh i want to fly, |
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fly forward into the light, |
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be alive, |
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to come alive, |
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on the leaf-bright friday drive, |
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sudden horses at the red light, |
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turn around, |
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see clearer ways to go now |
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old days, don't come to find me, |
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the sun is just about to climb |
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up over there. |
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'while my heart is sinking |
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i do not want my voice to go out |
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into the air'. |
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did you leave the darkness without me? |
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you're always miles ahead. |
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and you're standing |
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in tomorrow |
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on the runway. |
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standing |
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in tomorrow |
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on the runway. |
