| As I fall I leave this scar upon the sky
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| A simple note for you, I’ll wait for your reply
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| And in your answer I’ll regain my will to try
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| So hover in the diving light
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| We will rip the night
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| Out of the arms of the sun one more time
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| Close your eyes and we will fly
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| Above the clouded sky
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| And over the dumbstruck world we will run
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| In these hills they wash the golden grains away
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| To the valley under all of this I lay
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| And may you dig me out unearthed and saved
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| So hover in the diving light
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| We will rip the night
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| Out of the arms of the sun one more time
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| Close your eyes and we will fly
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| Above the clouded sky
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| A blood red feather leaves a scar upon my hand
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| No longer scrounded like a painted bird on a fan
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| So hover in the diving light
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| We will rip the night
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| Out of the arms of the sun one more time
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| Close your eyes and we will fly
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| Above the clouded sky
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| And over the dumbstruck world we will run
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| We can rip the night
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| Out of the arms of the sun
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| We can rip the night
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| Out of the arms of the sun
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| We can rip the night
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| Out of the arms of the sun |