| When you get tired of the wings that carry you nowhere
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| You stretch out your arms to see if the wind will blow you over
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| It seems like it’s tightening, the line in the crease of your shoulder
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| But never in after gift of the ground
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| Remember the good work you done
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| Remember there’s always some feeling, when you try to sing like
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| Do do do da da do da
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| Do do do da da do da
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| Say you come with me
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| Tell me tomorrow
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| Softer in their eyes
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| Sleep in the arrow
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| Say that you’re with me
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| And we leave tomorrow
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| And sleep throught the daylight
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| Leave all the sorrow
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| It stands, to wave us and more
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| I am, am older right on
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| I march all over
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| This space, has a name, that you can’t, put fame, to at all
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| Do do do da da do da
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| Do do do da da do da
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| It seems like the timing are complete in the mist of the measure
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| And the wind did’n smile then wave than forever
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| Well I know it’s right 'cause
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| The pitch, and the perch on the lips and it love so smooth
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| You’ll have to try and guess where it landed
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| I’m made be the march all over
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| And made be ruler all over
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| We’re all together, right on, right on
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| Do do do da da do da
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| Do do do da da do da
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| Say you come with me
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| Tell me tomorrow
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| Softer in their eyes
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| Sleep in the arrow
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| Say that you’re with me
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| We leave tomorrow
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| Sleep throught the daylight
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| Leave all the sorrow
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| Mmm mmm mmm
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| Do do do do do do do
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| Do do do do do do do
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| Do do do do do do do
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| Do do do do do do do
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| Do do do do do do do
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| Do do do do do do do |