| Please,
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| spread them!
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| Fly to end all
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| the sadness in your eyes,
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| miles and miles away.
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| Step around the walls we’ve built to defend
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| abundance assail.
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| We’re close to the end of Ismael. |
| Ismael.
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| Watch us now, forward not back.
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| Late, too late to change the track
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| for Ismael.
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| Breathe,
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| I’m sorry for the echoes.
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| Sorry, sorry.
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| Breathe, oh sorry for the echoes,
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| and it gets us high,
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| and it gets us down again.
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| Please,
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| spread them,
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| fly a long time.
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| There’s no tomorrow.
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| Fly away today,
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| miles and miles away,
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| million miles away,
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| away.
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| Breathe,
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| I’m sorry for the echoes.
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| Sorry, sorry.
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| Breathe, oh sorry for the echoes,
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| and it gets us high,
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| and it gets us down again.
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| Spread them out — shout!
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| The eyes in your face
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| still seem to believe
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| in human race.
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| Oh Ismael,
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| don’t you see
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| we’re deaf and blind
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| in a way so absurd to believe
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| that we don’t pay.
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| Oh Ismael. |
| Ismael.
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| Breathe,
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| I’m sorry for the echoes.
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| Sorry, sorry.
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| Breathe (sorry, sorry), oh sorry for the echoes,
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| and it gets us high,
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| and it gets us down again.
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| Breathe (it gets us down again),
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| I’m sorry for the echoes.
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| Sorry, sorry.
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| Breathe (it gets us down again), oh sorry for the echoes,
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| and it gets us high,
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| and it gets us down again. |