| If we hold on to each other while we die
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| Then together through a heaven we will fly
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| Maybe we could share a place somewhere beyond
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| Maybe I’ll wind up Chinese and you’ll be blonde
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| We should figure out a signal we can find
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| If the light we’re heading into makes us blind
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| If at first it seems as though I’m not around
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| Follow the sound, follow the sound
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| If we’re wrapped around each other as we lie
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| We’ll be married in the world beyond the skies
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| We can share whatever path we’re traveling on And the nightmares of this world will all be gone
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| But if we get separated in between
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| And not one familiar face can there be seen
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| If at first it seems as though I’m not around
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| Follow the sound, follow the sound |