| To see them glow in the dark
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| To follow their stories, to let this beautiful lie come alive
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| They were peeking behind other walls in the skyline
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| And laughing from above
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| And I played all my music
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| To get them closer, to hold them in my arms
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| But we don’t get to see them
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| We don’t get to see them around
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| I was sailing to find other stars in the ocean
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| To find my face in their eyes
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| And my paper boat climbed all the way up to touch them
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| To see them glow in the dark
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| To follow their stories, to let this beautiful lie come alive
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| I want to see them alive
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| I want to see them alive
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| I want to see them alive
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down
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| But I know my words will bring them down |