| You’re looking at me with questions in mind
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| Are we ready? |
| Is now the right time?
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| Those lines on my palm won’t tell you a thing
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| The signs and the stars
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| Can’t say what tomorrow will bring
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| Would we leave all our doubt and fear for wonder?
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| Hold ourselves upright or go under?
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| If I make us a tape for colder country
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| Will we listen to it when we’re older? |
| Maybe
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| I tried, but I couldn’t see the curve
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| That’s running round the earth until I saw you
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| So let’s move to the mountains and shove our shack up
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| Sew up our silk and milk our matter
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| Let’s leave all this city to blame and bluster
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| And meet in the snow to make our muster
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| I tried, but I couldn’t see the curve
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| That’s running round the earth until I saw you
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| And though the days will turn to nights
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| We’ll never see the stars
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| If we stay where we are
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| We can go where we want, make up rules
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| Be a part of it, stop passing through
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| And we will see this world anew
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| So let’s leave all our doubt and fear for wonder
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| I’ll hold you up, we won’t go under
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| Let’s move to the mountains and shove our shack up
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| Sew up our silk and milk our matter
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| You know we can always come back one day
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| To see what has changed, who’s taken our place
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| Let’s leave all this city to blame and bluster
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| And meet in the snow to make our muster |