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I'll be gone when the air gets rough |
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I can't breathe enough |
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I'll be gone before all passion is burned |
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Have you heard about how much it takes |
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When your heart just breaks |
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Under all that's not a lift on your turn? |
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I'd be the last one who leaves |
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A ship on its trip to these |
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Fulfilling islands that pleases |
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But it's going under |
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Give me a reason sail |
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On with those winds that just fail |
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To feed us true after all |
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I know your reason's small |
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Hearts are free to wander |
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Or go all under |
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Souls can fly to the sun |
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And burn or conquer |
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Worlds of freedom and beauty |
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That makes you wonder |
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Ah, ah! |
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I'm still here 'cause your heart is true |
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I see more in you |
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And I dare to trust in all that you are |
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Is it really the pain that eats |
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All your swing that needs |
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A good shot of god we assume always far |
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You'll be the last one to know: |
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Impossibilities grow |
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And in the end it will show |
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How much you really want it |
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Hand me your ladder to the sky |
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I hold it until we fly |
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And when it starts to get cold |
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We keep the best of all |
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Hearts are free to wander |
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Or go all under |
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Souls can fly to the sun |
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And burn or conquer |
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Worlds of freedom and beauty |
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That makes you wonder |
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Ah, ah! |
