| Get all the children inside, spirits are dancing in the sky
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| They’re like a flickering flame
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| Omens of war, whisper your name
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| It’s heavenly ballet, it’s a sense upon you
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| You can run, you can try to hide
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| But you won’t get far
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| When the sun brings the northern lights
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| They know where you are
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| They know where you are
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| Are
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| Can’t find the words to describe
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| Must have been tricks played on your eyes
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| Could be a message of hope
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| A friendly embrace, a distant hello
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| No one really knows
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| You can run, you can try to hide
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| But you won’t get far
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| When the sun brings the northern lights
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| They know where you are
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| They know where you are
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| Are
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| Wavering lights, colors at night
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| God must be angry
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| How could you think differently
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| But there’s a reason alright
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| One that science will find
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| You can run, you can try to hide
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| But you won’t get far
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| When the sun brings the northern lights
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| They know where you are
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| You can run, you can try to hide
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| But you won’t get far
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| When the sun brings the northern lights
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| They know where you are
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| You can run, you can try to hide
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| But you won’t get far
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| When the sun brings the northern lights
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| They know where you are
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| They know where you are
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| Are |