| She closed the door
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| got my hand stuck to my surprise
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| she was laughing at rainbows end
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| was somewhere out of left field.
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| This broken chair has held up
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| the chaos of our steering hands.
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| now the clock has struck to twelve
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| the lights go down.
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| We shut our eyes and try
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| to see impossible things
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| it’s not a question of why
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| ee could never grow wings
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| I’m on a rocket to mars
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| I can’t see anything
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| I’m hoping one day you join.
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| So what if it’s your pride and joy?
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| Who else will know it?
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| We’re miles apart
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| and way too young to grow up
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| never in your wildest dreams
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| would I have spoken
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| with burning feet
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| we race into the open.
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| This crocked frame
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| has got me thinking
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| of your big heart
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| and how it’s sinking
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| I’ve come prepared
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| I’m not afraid of the dark
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| So tie the ends
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| and we’ll go crazy
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| just for one last time
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| it always happens differently
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| when I’m around.
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| We shut our eyes and try
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| to see impossible things
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| it’s not a question of why
|
| we could never grow wings
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| I’m on a rocket to mars
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| I can’t see anything
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| I’m hoping one day you join.
|
| So what if it’s your pride and joy?
|
| Who else will know it?
|
| We’re miles apart
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| and way too young to grow up
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| never in your wildest dreams
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| would I have spoken
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| with burning feet
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| we race into the open.
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| With burning feet we’ll run
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| and give into the open
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| I know nights like these we’ll see
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| and every kind of colour.
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| So what if it’s your pride and joy?
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| Who else will know it?
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| We’re miles apart
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| and way too young to grow up
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| never in your wildest dreams
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| would I have spoken
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| with burning feet
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| we race into the open |