| Feeding the fire
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| Sitting in silence
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| Maybe we will fade away, Not before we go higher
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| Walking on wires
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| Days we go flightless
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| Time and all the things between, We refuel and gather speed
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| The wind is behind us
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| Shifting shapes, this daylight makes us stronger than we know
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| Sharing space, our bodies make up sculptures of their own
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| Words without speaking
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| Something worth keeping
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| Close our eyes so we can see
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| Find it circling in our sleep
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| What we believe in
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| Will we know if it’s too late to save it
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| Do we run, do we try and escape it
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| But we know this thing doesn’t need saving
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| These sculptures will not fall
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| Shifting shapes, this daylight makes us stronger than we know
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| Sharing space, our bodies make up sculptures of their own
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| Casting shadows, Peering windows, Let these feelings grow
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| You say let’s go, I will follow, We’re already home
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| Shifting shapes, this daylight makes us stronger than we know
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| Sharing space, our bodies make up sculptures of their own |