| Moonlight and fireflies, everything beautiful
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| I’d be scared of beautiful if beauty wasn’t true
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| So many open skies — how my head is spinning,!
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| Can see my own reflection in the fear of missing you
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| Don’t you see everything points upwards
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| Can this be another sign I shouldn’t be touching down
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| I was once the epitome of stubborn
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| But now I’m not sure enough to be so certain, be so certain
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| When will this slow volcano of ambition
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| Cease boiling over with endless misery
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| 'cause being so driven has never been fulfilling
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| And I barely lived my life until you captured me
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| Don’t you see everything points upwards
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| Can this be another sign I shouldn’t be touching down
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| I was once the epitome of stubborn
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| But now I’m not sure enough to be so certain, be so certain
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| Moonlight and fireflies, hippies by the oceanside
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| I used to make fun of them and laugh at liberty
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| 'Cause I knew my own heart was swinging like a pendulum
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| Away from what was obvious and toward some destiny
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| But destiny’s a foggy night and destiny’s a hotel room
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| And destiny’s pneumonia with both hands wrapped around your heart
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| And oh you found me shivering, you found me unraveling
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| You found me hovering above the hardest part
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| So fireflies and moonlight are nothing and everything
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| And everything and nothing is brand new to me now
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| 'Cause I have wandered aimlessly, avoiding every victory
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| As though it be the death of as though it’d leave a scar
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| Don’t you see everything points upwards
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| Can this be another sign I shouldn’t be touching down
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| I was once the epitome of stubborn
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| But now I’m not sure enough to be so certain, be so certain |