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He can still see her alone and so still |
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Lost in her dreaming and quietly smiling at him |
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Through the coloured lights and waiting until |
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All the people had gone so she could go to him |
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But he's going to fly away, fly back to the island |
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And he's going to fly away, fly back to the island |
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The days are so troubled the nights are so cold |
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He thinks of a flower but the vision is so hard to hold |
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But in every heart there's a garden we're told |
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And as he chases dreams his flowers grow old |
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But he's going to fly away, fly back to the island |
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And he's going to fly away, fly back to the island |
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Back in his room he has finished the song |
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Fought with the sadness and is ready for the day that will come |
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And as he drifts away he knows he will smile |
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For there in the shadows he knows he will see her |
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But he's going to fly away, fly back to the island |
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And he's going to fly away, fly back to the island |