| When the storm will come only the birdscan tell, but humans should be allowed
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| to know as well
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| I’ve some friends on the ground but the rest are in the sky, but we’ll all meet
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| again in the sweet bye and bye
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| I want to start again, I’m envious of them, how they glide through every moment
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| with nothing in their brains
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| Like the people who wave at trains
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| Try to build a dream to call my own, like playing solitaire in a cyclone
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| But can I save the world, can I please them all
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| Yeah, you can rob Peter Pan to pay Paul
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| I want to start again, I’m envious of them, the way they move through every
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| morning and go outside when it rains
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| The people who wave at trains
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| A chorus heard throughout the suburbs, open up your mouth and fake the words
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| Suddenly they reawaken, snowdomes shaken, a kiss on the shoulder |