| I was no more than three days old
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| Too young to speak, too young to count my toes
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| I think of fields where I might run
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| This moral twilight I was plucked from
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| Up here we have no goals
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| You tear your hearts, you claw your souls
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| I wonder at this life that passed me by
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| But still I smile
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| Although I’m not with you down there
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| I sit alone up here and stare
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| It’s me, my name is Claire
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| Claire in heaven
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| Claire in heaven
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| I wait for my next life patiently
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| I’m in no rush because of what I see
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| It’s hard for me to understand
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| I gaze from poisoned sea to poisoned land
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| Up here we see a new tomorrow
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| Your world’s not round, your world is narrow
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| For me, I just had a while
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| But still I smile
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| Although I’m not with you down there
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| I sit alone up here and stare
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| It’s me, my name is Claire
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| Although I’m not with you down there
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| I sit alone up here and stare
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| It’s me, my name is Claire
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| Claire in heaven
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| Claire in heaven |