| Miles above the ground below
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| No particular place to go Flying higher
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| Stumble back home to the news at 10
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| Catch a thought
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| Let it go again
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| Flying higher
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| It’s a long way down
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| Down’s not where I want to be And if these days would never end
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| If laughter was my very oldest friend
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| Not a growing trend
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| Where what I have I always tend to lose
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| By dancing in the devil’s shoes
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| The clock strikes 10 at the edge of doubt
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| Nothing I know is my world right now
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| Play on, play on And could I see my soul turn blue
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| Cross the sun
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| Get burnt for you
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| Play on Play on It’s a long way home
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| When home is the violet sky
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| And there’s a storm in every bottle of wine
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| There’s a ghost that finds me every single time I think of the games we’ll miss
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| The playground and the avarice
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| Oh I should learn to know what to keep
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| What to let go Talking out loud is not a good thing to do When you’re dancing in the devil’s shoes
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| And I wish your face was just your face
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| And not the moonlight’s chosen resting place
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| How can the world compare?
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| It’s just a planet when you’re not there
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| Come watch me hit the ground
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| With the most fantastic sound
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| Talking out loud is not a good thing to do When you’re dancing in the devil’s shoes
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| Dancing in the devil’s shoes
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| Miles above the ground below |