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Where angels meet, their words are whispers |
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As sea touches shore, the clouds move swiftly |
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And me, so small compared to it all |
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Like a fly on the wall |
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As pieces sweep, their meaning is still no clearer |
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And under my feet, there's nothing to stop my own free fall |
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Down and down I go and compared to it all |
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I'm a fly on the wall |
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Our children sleep, resting our hopes and wishes |
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The night in between, I'm casting my scope, just fishing |
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Ooh, and in spite of it all, oh, I look at me so small and compared to it all |
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I'm a fly on the wall |
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And compared to it all |
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I'm a fly on the wall |
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Oh, compared to it all |
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Like a fly on the wall |
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Compared to it all |
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Like a fly on the wall |
