| Oh Paloma, the skies have not been kind to you
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| Oh Paloma, to weather the storm you’d paint it blue
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| Silent in your struggle, living life like there’s nothing wrong
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| We didn’t even notice, all we heard was the morning song
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| Until the sky fell into pieces
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| The night our life fell into pieces, too
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| Try to fly against the wind
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| Even with a broken wing
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| As the sky fell into pieces
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| My Paloma, where is a broken dove to go?
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| Oh Paloma, if only you had let me know
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| Was it joy or sadness that you felt on the night you flew?
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| I found you fighting in the darkness
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| There was beauty in there, too
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| The night the sky fell into pieces
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| And our life fell into pieces, too
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| Try to fly against the wind
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| Even with a broken wing
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| As the sky fell into pieces
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| Pieces hiding all the pain
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| Don’t put the pieces back again
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| The night the sky fell into pieces
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| And our life fell into pieces, too
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| Try to fly against the wind
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| Even with a broken wing
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| As the sky fell into pieces
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| The night sky fell into pieces
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| And our life fell into pieces, too
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| Try to fly against the wind
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| Even with a broken wing
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| As the sky fell into pieces
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| Fly, Paloma, fly, Paloma, fly, Paloma
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| One day you’re gonna fly
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| Fly, Paloma, fly, Paloma, fly, Paloma
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| One day you’re gonna fly, oh
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| Fly, Paloma, fly, Paloma, fly, Paloma
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| One day you’re gonna fly |