| When the fist star starts to shine
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| Over my horizon in my mind
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| I hold my hands out to catch it
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| But I can’t catch it. |
| No… No… No…
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| So I dreamt to be impossible only reaching higher
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| And it helped me make it through the night
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| But I see everything simpler
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| As a walk on the higher wire
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| And I will never believe that it will be alright… alright…
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| I’ve always wanted to believe
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| In the things that I can’t see
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| I reach my hands out to hold them
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| But I can’t hold them. |
| No… No… No…
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| So I dreamt to be impossible with me, reaching higher
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| And it helped me make it through the night
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| But I see everything simpler
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| As a walk on the higher wire
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| And I will never believe that it will be alright… alright…
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| Both can’t think of nails on the gilt face
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| Still I don? |
| t know
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| When will reach the valley below
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| And where am I going? |
| Am I free fall?
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| If it lasts forever it will feel like nothing at all, nothing at all
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| So I dreamt to be impossible with me, reaching higher
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| And it helped me make it through the night
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| But I see everything simpler
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| As a walk on the higher wire
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| And I will never believe that it will be alright… alright… |