| If you could walk, if you could talk
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| Where would you go, what would you say to me?
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| I love the sound of you movin' around
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| Laughin' and dreamin' next to me
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| But I’ll never know what you see
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| I hope it’s a flying dream
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| Over fields, houses and hills
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| Over hospitals, shopping malls and ravines
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| Over walls, transcending it all
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| Love finds itself right where it longs to be
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| And I’ll never know what you see
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| I hope it’s a flying dream
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| You center me, you help me to see
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| What is important and what I should just let be
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| To blow away on garbage day
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| With candy rappers and cigarette packages
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| Through the dark days, the hard careens
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| Longing for flying dreams
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| There’s no more leaves, the raindrops freeze
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| And glisten like teardrops in the the trees
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| Sink or swim, still sinking in
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| I’ve been swimming deep in the blues these days
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| Ever since fate intervened
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| And took away my flying dreams
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| Flying dreams
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| Flying dreams |