| Pack your bags, we’re leaving soon
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| Be here now, we’ll take you too
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| 'Cross the sea, not coming back
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| You wouldn’t believe in what you have in front of you
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| Back into the ocean, move
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| Doesn’t make a lot more true
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| Still life comes and silver dawn draws near
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| Young arrow, cool breeze and blue spirit
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| Rose up over the mountain and looked down on the valley below
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| The high tide of romance that gifts to a garden
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| Nowhere to run but up here now, like a feeling
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| You’ve got to get your head up here
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| With me in the stratosphere
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| Teapot tone in the lover’s shack
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| But who knows when we’ll be back again? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Merrily, we’ll roam the lawn
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| Di doo da, di doo doo dum
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| Losing something is finding something else |