| I caught the morning star
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| Hanging in a crystal glass
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| Cold grass, fresh on my fingertips
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| Warm sun, hung like a melody
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| We can be anything, anything at all
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| We can be everything, everything and more
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| North west on a sun-skimmed 66
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| Tail lights, hanging like a necklace
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| On the mountains
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| Red wine, thying on our senses
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| We can do it all
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| We can be everything, everything and more
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| Hanging on the second hand
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| Pull me down if you can
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| I am heading for the grey stone mantle cloud
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| Sun spills all around
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| I’m never going to drop
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| And the riverbank glows
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| Shadows we throw
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| The willows and the night wind song
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| Golden away from the fireside
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| Hold her underneath the evergreen
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| We can be anything, anything at all
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| We can be everything, everything and more
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| Listen to the heart, we can step into the heart
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| We can be beautiful, beautiful and more
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| I am the second hand
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| Pull me down if you can
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| I’m heading for the grey stone mantle cloud
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| Sun spills all around
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| I’m falling to the top of the second hand
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| Pull me down if you can
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| I’m never going to stop
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| Just a raindrop hanging on the window sill
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| I just can’t stay |