| Turning like a leaf in changing weather
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| Feathering down to the earth
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| Like a moonbeam come untethered
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| Chalk it up to bad timing, bad signing
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| Maps are misleading, are to be mistrusted
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| Are no two paths alike
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| I think Amelia had it okay
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| She had a one in a million bad day
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| With her eyes in the clouds
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| The clouds in her eyes in a big, wide sky
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| Expecting to fly
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| Doesn’t sound so bad to me
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| Here on the ground in a big, busy town
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| Where there’s more air above us
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| And the schoolboy alone greets
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| Every person he sees riding the public bus
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| Pretends the driver is his fahter
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| Strange how a city
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| Can make blood seem like strangers
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| Strangers like family
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| I think Amelia had it okay
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| She had a one in a million bad day
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| With her eyes in the clouds
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| The clouds in her eyes in a big, wide sky
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| Expecting to fly
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| Doesn’t sound so bad to me |