| She’s a real writer and say goodnight-er
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| She’s a sadist of a believer
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| I’m not a bridge, I’m not the bay
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| I’m not a car, taxi or train
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| I’m not a power tool or a construction crew
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| I’m not the weapon simple or mass device
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| Just a man with two hands
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| What should I do when you walk out?
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| I dress in white
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| Become Cloudwalker
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| I want to scan the crowd
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| And point to where the rain flows
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| I’m a white cloud
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| I’m a white cloud
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| We’ve got clouds in our heads
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| Dreams in our skies
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| We never say goodbye
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| What should I do when you walk out?
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| We have soft clouds in our heads
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| We have dreams in our skies
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| We never say goodbye
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| I AM THE SKY
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| DON’T ASK WHY
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| I FEEL IT AS I FEEL MY BREATH DEEP INSIDE
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| I’M A RIDE HIGHER
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| A TRIED TRIER
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| A NEVER GIVE UP VICTORY FIGHT IGNITER
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| Row after row after row
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| Row after row after row
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| Sentinel trees go
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| SHE’S A DREAM BOOMER
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| A NEVER TOO SOONER
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| A 3D TREE RIGHT BEFORE ME FALLING IN THE SEWER
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| SHE’S A ROCK-SLIDE
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| A ROCKET IN THE SKY
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| A PLANE CRASHING TO THE EARTH AND EVERYONE WHO DIED
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| I’M A COUNTDOWN TICK
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| MOVING QUITE QUICK
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| TWO LOVERS CONFESSING A TRYST
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| SHE’S A THUNDERSTORM
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| SINCE THE DAY SHE WAS BORN
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| AND SHE BEAT-BEAT-BEATS LIKE THE HEART OF A WAR
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| Row after row after row
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| Row after row after row
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| Sentinel trees go
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| I’m looking down on trees
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| Let’s not let this moment… be the same |