| People have the right to fly
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| And will when it gets compromised
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| Their hearts say «Move along»
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| Their minds say «Gotcha heart»
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| Let’s move it along
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| Let’s move it along
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| And airports
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| See it all the time
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| Where someone’s last goodbye
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| Blends in with someone’s sigh
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| Cause someone’s coming home
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| In hand a single rose
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| And that’s the way this wheel keeps working now
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| That’s the way this wheel keeps working now
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| And I won’t be the last
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| No I won’t be the last,
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| To love her
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| And you can’t build a house of leaves
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| And live like it’s an evergreen
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| It’s just a season thing
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| It’s just this thing that seasons do
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| And that’s the way this wheel keeps working now
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| That’s the way this wheel keeps working now
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| And you won’t be the first
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| No you won’t be the first
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| To love me
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| You can find me, if you ever want again
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| I’ll be around the bend
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| I’ll be around the bend
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| I’ll be around,
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| I’ll be around
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| And if you never stop when you wave goodbye
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| You just might find if you give it time
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| You will wave hello again
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| You just might wave hello again
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| And that’s the way this wheel keeps working now
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| That’s the way this wheel keeps working now
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| You can’t love too much, one part of it (repeat then fade)
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| I believe that my life’s gonna see
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| The love I give
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| Return to me
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| I believe that my life’s gonna see
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| The love I give
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| Return to me
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| I believe that my life’s gonna see
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| The love I give
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| Return to me |