| This is where, this is where the bottle lands
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| Where all the biggest questions meet
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| With little feet stood in the sand
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| This is where the echoes swell to nothing on the tide
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| And where a tiny pair of hands
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| Finds a sea-worn piece of glass
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| And sets it as a sapphire in her mind
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| And there she stands
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| Throwing both her arms around the world
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| The world that doesn’t even know
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| How much it needs this little girl
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| It’s all gonna be magnificent, she says
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| It’s all gonna be magnificent
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| This is where it all began
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| To light your mother’s cigarette
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| Meant I got to touch her hand
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| And my heart, there defrosting in a gaze
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| Wasn’t built to beat that way
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| Suddenly I understand
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| There on the sand
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| Throwing both her arms around the world
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| The world that doesn’t even know
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| How much it needs this little girl
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| It’s all gonna be magnificent, she says
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| It’s all gonna be magnificent
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| It’s all gonna be magnificent, she says
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| It’s all gonna be magnificent
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| The echoes slow, the bottle lands
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| The echoes slow, and there she stands |