| Don’t let my feet get off the ground
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| Today I’m glad to be standing here
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| But all the time I spent tunnelling down
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| To some place where I’m not so clear
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| I’ve been holding out for this time
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| Standing straight in my own line
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| Was hoping you’re making it too
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| All the hours we were learning to fly
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| We’re chasing night-lights round the room
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| I can never repay when I learnt from you
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| I know you’re seeing it your own way too
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| Your head just went for another walk
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| But it’s coming home and it hangs in the hall
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| Your head in your hand as you’re suffering
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| But you I know what state you’re in
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| Fall on my knees and my hair rolls around
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| But even on my knees I know I can stand
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| If it’s coming home it’s coming for you
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| I can see me standing with dunston and you
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| I’ve been holding out for my neighbour
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| Standing straight for my brother
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| Was hoping you’re making it too |