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There's nothing to hold us down |
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We'll cut the strings, we'll kiss the ground goodbye, goodbye |
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We'll catch up a western breeze |
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That eddies us up past the trees to sky, sky |
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Let the line slip free |
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The ballast is your memory |
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Let it drop to the ground |
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We'll always be around |
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Mother to her baby said |
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We're never lost, we're never dead we fly, fly |
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Our thoughts get spun like silken threads |
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Cast down below, down from our heads like sighs, sighs |
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Let the line slip free |
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The ballast is your memory |
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Let it drop to the ground |
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We'll always be around |
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I told you baby once |
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I said We never die we simply get untied |
