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Sometimes it's so close |
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Sometimes you almost can |
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Touch it with your fingers |
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And hold it in your hands |
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It shines like silver |
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It falls on you like rain |
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But you close your hands on air |
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And there it goes again |
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Your mother's blue |
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And your father too |
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It's in the family |
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So where does that leave you? |
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Your eyes are open |
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Your hands are bruised |
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Your wings are broken |
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So what is there to lose? |
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And the sun coming through the trees |
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Is much prettier than |
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The glare of the light on the sea |
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And the sun coming through the rain |
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Is more precious than gold |
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And here it comes again |
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Here it comes again |
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Here it comes again |
