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He will paint the light and shades |
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The colours and the trees |
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He will climb the steepest hill |
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Believing what he sees |
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He will lay down on the ground |
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Beneath the old oak tree |
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He will sleep forever |
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If you try to set him free |
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Chorus |
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Sail on the wings of a cloud |
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Where to, well nobody knows |
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And cry, cry if you want them to see |
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Die every day to be free |
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Be proud to wear the colours that you call your own |
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Be loud, speak out when the world to know |
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Be strong, hold the flame for everyone to see |
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Be weak, if you want to love. |
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He will paint the endless sea. |
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A mystery to me |
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He will reach out for the sun, |
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Not dreaming what he sees |
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He will fall down on his knees |
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Angel touching ground |
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Takes him to the other side |
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Sweet love is coming down. |
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Repeat chorus |
