| So now let us sing of what remains
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| There shall be stillness in our hearts
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| There shall be a sweetness in our lives, bye and bye
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| There’s a beach I know at the edge of the world
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| Mist rising up from the breaking waves
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| Towards the cliffs, as green as god
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| We’ll be flying for the sake of flying, singing for the sake of singing
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| Looking back down on the lonely world — dive, dive, diving down
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| Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves, gone are the doubts
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| And the fear of falling — hate is a curse lifted from our shoulders
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| We never meant it in the way they thought
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| If we hold our nerve, they will travel right over us;
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| They’ll be going so fast they will never even notice us
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| We’ll be flying for the sake of flying — singing for the sake of singing
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| Looking back down on the lonely world — dive, dive, dive
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| Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves, gone are the doubts
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| And the fear of falling — hate is a curse lifted from our shoulders
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| We never meant it in the way they thought
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| Time to die, and die, and die again; |
| doors closing in empty houses;
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| Time to roll, and roll, and roll again — and all I hear is the diesel roaring
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| Just like a people put to flight, all blown out in the endless dust storms
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| Into the West and the rolling hills, to dive, dive, dive again and
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| Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves |