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When I continued to run away, |
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What kept me in your hand. |
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Did you ever think your flock would stray, |
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Or that they wouldn't understand |
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When you said, "wait here, |
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'Til I return |
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With your brother that was lost |
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To the ways of the world" |
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It was your love that said |
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"You're no longer a slave, |
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But a son" |
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It was your love that said |
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"You're no longer a slave, |
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But a son" |
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But a son |
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Catch me in your arms |
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Like stars in the eyes of telescopes, |
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And once there I rest, |
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Never let me go. no, |
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Never let me go |
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What could I learn |
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By fighting the fire with matches and gasoline. |
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Oh how cruel |
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And melodramatic are we, |
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For trying to make sense |
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To make sense of all of this. |
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When I hear you calling |
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I swear! I swear! I swear I'll run to you! |
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Just don't let me fall back through the clouds. |
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(Through the clouds) |
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Catch me in your arms |
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Like the stars you hold in your hand. |
