| In an airplane
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| I take the window seat
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| A thousand feet
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| And all I know shrinks in minutes
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| And when the sky is gray
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| I want to believe
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| That when the sun is hiding
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| It still exists
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| In an airplane
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| Are kings and common men
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| At the window side my side
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| Their view is now the same
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| Some relax and rest their eyes
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| Some sit on the edge
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| As we all break through the clouds
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| Into the light of day
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| Mountain tops peak through
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| This is where I see you
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| I’ve never seen a clearer blue
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| This is where I see you
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| Leave behind your busy life
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| All you have is who you are
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| Space like this is hard to find
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| So breathe it in
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| Someone will say, «Where are you headed?»
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| And it might be the first time
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| You ever thought about it
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| Mountain tops peak through
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| This is where I see you
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| I’ve never seen a clearer blue
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| This is where I see you
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| A baby’s talking two rows behind me
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| The sun just set for the second time today
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| You seem to use the smallest things around me
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| To get me to this place
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| Mountain tops peak through
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| This is where I see you
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| I’ve never seen a clearer blue
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| This is where I see you |