| Can you see what you’ve done little sonnies back on the run
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| He’s doing magic and telling lies
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| He is now occupied with the changing of the tide
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| It’s no mystery and no surprise
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| The wildest times
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| This friend of mine
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| Could never stop
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| His only crime was
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| Blowing minds
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| Which never helped to
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| Change the sides
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| Of people’s minds
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| And lift them up
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| And show them to the sky
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| Can you feel the sun
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| Washing over me
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| Can you see the sun
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| Watching over me
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| When you feel, when you’ve sung, when you thinking you’re number one
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| Don’t fly to close if you’re chasing high’s
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| Bubble burst’s, drop the ball, o that’s what happens when you fall
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| It’s no mystery and no surprise
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| These trying times
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| This friend of mine
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| Could never stop
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| His only crime was
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| Blowing minds
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| Which never helped to
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| Free the the chains
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| Of people’s minds
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| And lift them up
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| And show them to the sky
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| Can you feel the sun
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| Washing over me
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| Can you see the sun
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| Watching over me |