| He was a joyful man
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| Afraid of the unknown
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| He didn’t choose to raise his voice
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| Just leaned on the comfortable
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| When the sun goes down
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| He suits up
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| Again he flies in the cloud
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| And sees her
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| No you can call it a days
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| Or you can think of it day
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| He used to ride with the kids
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| Didn’t mind the wind
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| Now the peril of eternity
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| Has given all he needs
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| Even if I don’t know why
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| I’m sure he’s fine
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| Finally he sees her again
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| I’m sure he’s fine
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| Now you can call it a day
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| Or you can think of it days
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| Now you can call it a day
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| Or you can think of it days
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| Now you can call it a day
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| I’m sure it’s the peace
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| I’m sure it’s the peace
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| I’m sure it’s the peace |