| Caught out under the sun
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| And the world had just begun
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| And the runners were on the run
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| Quick as lightning
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| The pavement under our feet
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| And the smell of the wet concrete
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| And the ringers they rang so sweet
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| How we were shining
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| And the songs we loved were playing on the sky above
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| Like we had the world to ourselves
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| I can still see the daylight breaking
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| Still see the daylight breaking
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| Still see the daylight breaking now
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| Called out into the light
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| From a long and destructive night
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| But the sun never rose so bright
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| Or so tender
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| And some day after we’re gone
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| Well this world is gonna carry on
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| And the singers will sing along
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| But they won’t remember
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| When the songs we loved
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| Were playing on the sky above
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| And we had the world all to ourselves
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| I can still see the daylight breaking
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| Still see the daylight breaking
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| Still see the daylight breaking now
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| Oh, where will we, where will we fly?
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| Where will we, where will we fly?
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| I still see the daylight breaking
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| Still see the daylight breaking
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| Still see the daylight breaking now
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| I still see the daylight breaking
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| Still see the daylight breaking
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| Still see the daylight breaking now
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| Breaking now |