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Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide |
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The sky bespangled in the rain |
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And we feel called upon but interests collide |
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Not much to lose, a lot to gain |
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Don't lose your line of sight now |
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And raise the barricades somehow |
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It's time to leave the lores so blow them skyhigh |
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In sound and fury they will fly |
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We're sparing no pain, we're launching a dream |
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It's blazing a trail when the rockets will gleam |
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We harness the air cause we let them fly |
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The town had turned out under this october sky |
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"there's nothing to it" and "stick to your last" |
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Shorn of all romance their life spans |
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The charm of novelty or adoring the past |
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No more among the also rans |
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It spread like wildfire in a day |
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"and there'll be crash-land" so they say |
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Well-proven patterns so it must be vertigo |
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But we will give them quite a show |
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(chorus) |
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We harness the air and we let them fly |
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Under this october sky |
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(chrous) |
