| your clear eye
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| is the most beautiful thing
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| like sunrise
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| over the sea
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| and when you smile with the day
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| your eyes are the warmest thing
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| you shed yesterdays skin
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| and a new day begins
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| so even when clear skies
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| seem so far away
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| why go chasing rainbows
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| rainbows from your door
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| coz even all the clear skies
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| won’t bring back yesterday
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| so why go chasing rainbows
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| rainbows from your door
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| thos who have seen
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| seen the phoenix rise
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| say even from the pyre
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| the dawn can still be beautiful
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| the sound of your sunrise
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| carries on the four winds
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| you shed yesterday’s skin
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| and a new day begins
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| sometimes we want to run away
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| from a place long gone
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| sometimes we want to throw away
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| what we need for what we want
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| when it’s time to move on, move on… |