| In this jury there are peddlers and disbelievers
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| In this fountain there are silver dollars and penniless creatures
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| It’s your gravity and your hot air balloons
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| That keep you real and dare to dream with you
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| But when they pull you too far you must learn to forgive
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| And you must ask your heart
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| Will I lose a friend?
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| Striving to contend
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| Will I destroy this trust
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| When I want the best for us?
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| Should I hold your hand
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| No matter what you plan?
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| For every hour you need
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| I will follow if you lead
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| In this home there is family and just familiar faces
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| In this pilgrimage we disavow our brothers and confide in strangers
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| It’s your gravity and your hot air balloons
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| That keep you real and dare to dream with you
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| But when they pull you too far you must learn to forgive
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| Or it will tear you apart
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| Will I lose a friend?
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| Striving to contend
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| Will I destroy this trust
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| When I want the best for us?
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| Should I hold your hand
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| No matter what you plan?
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| For every hour you need
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| I will follow if you…
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| Do you believe that the Earth was flat or round?
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| Do you bet you lived before or is this your first time around?
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| Do you believe we’re here to learn?
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| Do you dream in black or white
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| Or are you coloring your lost and found to make it bright?
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| Oooh yeah…
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| Will I lose a friend?
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| Striving to contend
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| Will I destroy this trust
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| When I want the best for us?
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| Should I hold your hand
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| No matter what you plan?
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| For every hour you need
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| I will follow if you lead
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| Will I lose a friend?
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| Striving to contend
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| Will I destroy this trust
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| When I want the best for us?
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| Should I hold your hand
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| No matter what you plan?
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| For every hour you need
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| I will follow if you lead
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| Yeah, I will follow if you lead
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| I will follow if you lead
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| I will follow if you lead |