| Sailboats wish that they were stars
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| Floating softly in the sky
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| Among our dreams that bid goodbye
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| Moving through transparent space
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| Drifting through the stratosphere
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| And onwards 'til they disappear
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| These continents from overhead
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| Look like tiny paper shapes
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| Intricately set in place
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| Below the misty mountain clouds
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| There’s a lovely silver bay
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| Where sunset sailors often hide away
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| Scuba-diver in the loch
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| Speed-boat driver on the dock
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| Sailplane pilot in the blue, take me up there with you
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| The world looks brighter from this high altitude
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| I was walking through the trees (sailboats wish that they were stars)
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| And I was swimming through the seas ('cause they don’t know who they are)
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| I was falling through the air
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| When it hit me right there
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| My eyes are tired but I don’t even care
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| An airplane carried me to bed
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| Where I slept above the coast
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| And dreamt I had become a ghost
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| I sailed above the frozen peaks
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| Deep in cold cathedral caves
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| Across the hills and far beyond the waves
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| Take the car on the run
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| Fly the jet to the sun
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| And bring the spacecraft in soon
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| While I play chess with the moon
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| I feel like sleeping through this cold afternoon
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| Once in 1964 (sailboats wish that they were stars)
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| An actress ran on the shore ('cause they don’t know who they are)
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| And though you’ll never return
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| I love you, Audrey Hepburn
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| Sometimes I can see your face in the crowd
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| There are sailboats throughout this brilliant sky
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| But you cannot pick them out if you can’t fly
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| I’m glad the Earth doesn’t care if I go up there
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| If you want to, just ask me and I’ll take you along |