| Let’s go back and paint up the hills
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| The colors may run, but we can be still
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| And the sky will break through the leaves
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| Like an old tapestry
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| And we can just be
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| As we, fly on, fly on, just like we always do
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| Fly on, fly on, forever is better with you
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| Oh, it’s better with you
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| The seasons were kind, in spite of the storm
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| There’s age in yours eyes, but the fire is warm
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| Out to the sea, this river it flows
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| Like an old mountain stream, my story it grows
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| As we, fly on, fly on, just like we always do
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| Fly on, fly on, forever is better with you
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| Oh, it’s better with you
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| The seasons were kind in spite of the storm
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| There’s age in your eyes, but the fire is warm
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| In spite of the storm
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| As we, fly on, fly on, just like we always do
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| Fly on, fly on, forever is better with you
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| Oh, it’s better with you
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| Hey! |