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Imagine you're a girl on ten mile stilts |
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You travel round the world, taking it all in |
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You'll never touch the ground |
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Is it a blessing or a curse |
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And if you're too high to be found |
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Are you lost or just rehearsed |
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Got a heart that opens clear in this cool |
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September dark |
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It rests on treetop leaves |
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And bursts its little sparks |
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And sometimes it sings its songs |
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And it lets its secrets out |
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Except for one that sears inside |
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That it cannot live without |
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But if I tell you will you take it |
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Will you shine it up to me |
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Can you be strong to let me go on |
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And set this freedom free |
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The stars are out tonight |
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Up here they're ripe to hold |
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But I have learned what comes to those who get too close |
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I'm no Icarus in flight |
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And I'm old enough to know |
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That love is patient, but still unyielding |
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If you leave it long enough it lets you go |
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But if I tell you wil you take it |
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Will you shine it up to me |
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Can you be strong to let me go on |
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And set this freedom free |
