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Turning like a leaf in changing weather |
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Feathering down to the earth |
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Like a moonbeam come untethered. |
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Chalk it up to bad timing, bad signing |
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Maps are misleading, are to be mistrusted |
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Are no two paths alike |
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I think Amelia had it okay |
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She had a one in a million bad day |
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With her eyes in the clouds |
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The clouds in her eyes in a big, wide sky |
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Expecting to fly |
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Doesn't sound so bad to me. |
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Here on the ground in a big, busy town |
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Where there's more air above us |
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And the schoolboy alone greets |
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Every person he sees riding the public bus. |
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Pretends the driver is his fahter |
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Strange how a city |
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Can make blood seem like strangers |
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Strangers like family |
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I think Amelia had it okay |
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She had a one in a million bad day |
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With her eyes in the clouds |
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The clouds in her eyes in a big, wide sky |
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Expecting to fly |
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Doesn't sound so bad to me. |
