| There’s a boy running fast through the tall moonlit grass
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| Wide eyed with fear and with wonder
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| In the branches of oak and the shadows of pine
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| He sees phantoms way up high and down under
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| He follows in the night
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| The sparkles in the breeze
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| Dancing underneath the sky
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| Even though he’s scared of the darkness everywhere
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| He’s chasing after fireflies
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| Yes, even though he’s scared of the darkness everywhere
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| He’s chasing after fireflies
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| Now watching and shaking the flash in his jar
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| He marvels as he sets it free
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| Cus' he catch just a moment of magic in light
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| Is worth of all the danger there might be He follows in the night
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| The sparkles in the breeze
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| Dancing underneath the sky
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| Even though he’s scared of the darkness everywhere
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| He’s chasing after fireflies
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| Yes, even though he’s scared of the darkness everywhere
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| He’s chasing after fireflies
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| One spark in a deep dark night can bring this boy such sweet delight
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| The dream now forgotten
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| The strange lovely tune
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| The word on the tip of the tongue
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| From out of the blackness and out of the blue
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| Is here for an instant in dawn
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| He follows in the night
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| The sparkles in the breeze
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| Dancing underneath the sky
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| For in every heart is a child with a jar
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| Chasing after fireflies
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| Still chasing after fireflies |