| Now what’s that thing I cant remember
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| How did I get so far off center
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| When it’s a fractured view through faulty lenses
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| What do you trust when you cant trust your senses
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| But I can fly through the heavens on the power of my heart
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| Thread my way through a string of stars
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| Write your name in a new constellation
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| Declare my love to all creation
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| I need to see the milky way
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| No city lights no smokey haze
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| Just a spec on a spec on a spiral arm
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| Ah it feels so good to be so small
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| And I can fly through the heavens on the power of my heart
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| Thread my way through a string of stars
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| Write your name in a new constellation
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| Declare my love to all creation
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| In darkness it gathers
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| In sunlight it scatters
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| My sorrow’s contagious
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| I’ve tested your patience
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| Saint Dymphna, Cecilia
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| Saint Margaret, Christina
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| We know faith will hear us Saint Drogo, Saint Vitus
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| And what’s that thing I can’t remember?
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| But I can fly through the heavens on the power of my heart
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| Thread my way through a string of stars
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| Write your name in a new constellation
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| Declare my love to all creation |