| «If I have seen further than other men,
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| it’s because I have stood on the shoulders of giants.»
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| Many eyes stare in envy
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| And take on the colour of the granite hills
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| And all the ravens rush by and turn yellow
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| And you know where to find her
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| Among God’s frail little things
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| And you wait inside, you circle for her
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| No you won’t hear the world falling apart
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| No you won’t hear the world falling apart
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| And it’s just the way she walks
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| Along the coloured parade
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| And it’s just the way she walks beside you
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| And she does her trademark partisan dance
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| Bullets and all, rifle and grenades
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| And you fly, swinging around the towers with her
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| No you won’t hear the world falling apart
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| No you won’t hear the world falling apart
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| And you watch her
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| From your secret hide away
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| And you wanna be
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| With her every minute of every day
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| Yeah, you watch her
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| From your secret hideaway
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| And you wanna be
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| With her every minute of every day
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| And as long as the music is loud enough
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| We won’t hear the world falling apart
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| No we won’t hear the world falling apart
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| No we won’t hear the world falling apart
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| Cities and fleets
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| They rise and fall
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| But the sea is forever
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| Dancing on the ridge
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| And you know once and for all
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| The smallest cleft is the hardest to bridge |