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Too low to find my way |
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Too high to wonder why |
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I've touched this place before |
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Somewhere in another time |
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Now I can hear the sun |
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The clouds drifting through the blinds |
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A half a million thoughts |
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Are flowing through my mind |
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A satellite recalled your voice |
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Sent me round the world again |
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All the night you dreamt away |
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Sent me round my heart again |
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One touch upon my lips |
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And all my thoughts are clear |
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I feel your smoky mist |
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Up to the stratosphere |
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Too low to find my way |
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Too high to wonder why |
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I've touched this place before |
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Somewhere in another time |
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Now I can hear the sun |
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The clouds drifting through the blinds |
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A half a million thoughts |
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Are flowing through my mind |
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Too low to find my way |
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Too high to wonder why |
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I've touched this place before |
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Somewhere in another time |
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Now I can hear the sun |
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The clouds drifting through the blinds |
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A half a million thoughts |
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Are flowing through my mind |
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Too low to find my way |
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Too high to wonder why |
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I've touched this place before |
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Somewhere in another time |
