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I'm in love with everything |
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That breaks the grip of caution |
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On our getting up and leaving |
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For a bigger day |
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Still some say |
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That all you need is money |
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To be free from what is poor |
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Well that's the lie of looking up |
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From somewhere down |
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Because the sun will show to testify |
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That all the time between belongs to you and I |
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To be still on fire |
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And when the strongest words have all been used |
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And all the new ones sound confused |
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To be still on fire |
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Somewhere in the middle |
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We could see through all the people |
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And be playing second fiddle |
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And be feeling sore |
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Shown the door |
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To chase out all the child in you |
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Is throwing out the baby for the |
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Chance to make it easy to be more |
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Because the sun will show to testify |
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That all the time between belongs to you and I |
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To be still on fire |
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And when the strongest words have all been used |
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And all the new ones sound confused |
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To be still on fire |
