| Sitting on top of a tree
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| Looking down on me — too blue
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| To be looking up to a dream of yours
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| A painting of a room with a million doors
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| The memory of a key in a sea of time
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| The keeper of the tree is no friend of mine
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| Falling down
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| I`m falling down
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| Sitting on top of the world
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| Looking down on you — too blue
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| To be looking up to a dream of mine
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| A painting of a shoe like a porcupine
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| A painting of a wood in the south of france
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| Standing by the edge of a new romance
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| I`m falling down
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| Isn`t it true
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| On days that are blue
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| A light in the heart comes shining through
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| Todos contentos y yo tambien
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| There`s a word on my lips
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| Spelled like: the end
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| Flying with the wings of a dove
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| Looking down on love — too blue
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| To be looking up to a dream of light
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| A painting of the world but far too bright
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| A picture of your luck that turned it`s back
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| A crumpled paper plane has left it`s track
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| Falling down
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| Sitting on top of a cloud
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| Looking down on me — too blue
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| To understand the point of that dream of mine
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| The painting of a shoe like a porcupine
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| The painting of a wood in the south of france
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| Standing by the edge of a new romance
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| Falling down
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| I`m falling down
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| Isn`t it true
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| On days that are blue
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| A light in the heart comes shining through
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| Todos contentos y yo tambien
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| There`s a word on my lips
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| Spelled like: the end |