| Sometimes I climb High above the city
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| To see all the lights shining there so pretty
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| And think of the millions of lives going on
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| At this present moment and those come and gone
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| And it make me float free
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| To feel how small my life must be
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| And it make me float free
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| To feel how small my life must be
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| When ever I can I go down to the sea
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| And wonder at how many miles there must be
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| And all of the people on all of its shores
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| At this present moment and those gone before
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| And it makes me float free
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| To feel how small my life must be
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| And it make me float free
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| Sometimes I’m out in the bustling street
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| Dazz-led by all of the faces I see
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| It strikes me we get lost so soon after birth
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| But one smile can turn-over heaven and Earth
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| And it makes me float free
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| To feel how small my life must be
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| And it makes me float free
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| To feel how small my life must be
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| And it makes me float free
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| To feel how small my life must be
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| And it makes me float free
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| To feel how small my life must be |