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There are so many stars, satellites fly |
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Signals and codes fillin' the sky |
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Feet on the ground, still in the sea |
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Askin the tide who we will be? |
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Forget about time, ease up your mind |
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Won't make you feel, feel left behind |
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Breezes are blowing, nobody knows |
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Where we are going, but on it we float |
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Looking for a place to call your own |
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Semewhere out there |
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Looking fore a place to call your own |
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Paper plane pilots are just who we are |
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Blown away by the past it moves us all |
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I never did believe in growing old |
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At all |
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Paper plane pilots are just who we are |
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Blown away by the past it moves us all |
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I never did believe in growing old |
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At all... |