| Chase the high ground — where you’d rather be Where you might be found
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| Face all aglow, to leave from here
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| To pack up and go But it takes some time to get away
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| And you will have to build from what remains
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| To run it takes the courage of a lamb
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| To love, the fierceness of a storm
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| Paloma you wonder if you’ll miss the thunder
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| Everyone’s staring, but no one is caring for you now
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| Just spread your wings, latch onto the breeze
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| Just take the leap… and you’re free
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| Chase the high ground — where you’d rather be Where you might be found
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| This move may erase the troubles in your head
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| Or expose the absence of your soul
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| And so, it takes some time to get away
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| And you will have to tear down what remains
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| And I can’t stand for goodbyes
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| So hold on to me, or lead the way
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| Paloma you wonder if you’ll miss the thunder
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| Everyone’s staring, but no one is caring for you now
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| Just spread your wings, latch onto the breeze
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| Just take the leap… and you’re free
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| Pace yourself when outrunning fear
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| Take cover when it’s dark
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| And keep an even keel
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| In your world you’re only a phone away
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| But in my world you’re too far to feel
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| And it may take some time to learn what’s real
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| And you may have to beg and borrow
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| And you will surely steal
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| Remember all those lonely sessions
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| Turned into yesterday’s lessons
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| To never forget love, to never forget love
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| Paloma you wonder if you’ll miss the thunder
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| Everyone’s staring, but no one is caring for you now
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| Just spread your wings, latch onto the breeze
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| Just take the leap… and you’re free
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| Paloma you wonder if you’ll miss the thunder
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| Everyone’s staring but no one is caring for…
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| Paloma you cry out you beg for connection
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| The dreams you seek are straight ahead in every direction
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| Now you’re free
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| Now that you’re, you’re free
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| Now that you’re, you’re free
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| You’re free
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| Today I watched the greatest thing of all
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| A flock of birds, preparing for the fall |