| Skimmin’the tops of tall trees
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| Through the clear light of free speech
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| A sudden memory disease
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| Claims the air all around me
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| I’m gettin’lost in the slipstream
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| Maybe relive the same dream
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| Of comin’in from the cold
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| And losin’half of my soul
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| Memory disease
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| Across United States
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| That I had told the truth
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| Feel so high
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| Architectural
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| I look to the skies
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| To see our bodies
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| They were rising up Out of the paper cup
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| A sea change is due
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| I don’t seem to (?) you
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| Touchdown on the new mason-dixon
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| Line-up map was ripped and torn
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| Jilted frame with all hope gone
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| And I don’t mind if you sing a different song
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| Sing a different song
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| Just as long as you sing
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| Sing along
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| It’s later than it seems
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| Time everyone came down (?)
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| It’s what you didn’t say it’s what you didn’t say
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| Don’t wanna be a slave
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| It’s what you didn’t
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| Skimmin’the tops of tall trees
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| Through the clear light of free speech
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| I’m comin’in for a landing
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| I’ve got a solid standing
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| It all comes down to a word
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| It’s just like nothin’I heard
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| Over the rainbow in time
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| Will be one hell of a climb
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| Eye lights bright
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| The lights sweep high clear sky
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| Sky
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| Reminiscent
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| Of money in your eye
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| Unwind
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| I don’t mind if you sing a different song
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| Sing a different song
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| Just as long as you sing
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| Sing along
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| It’s later than it seems
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| It’s later than it seems
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| It’s later than it seems
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| New ears are listening
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| It’s what you didn’t say
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| It’s what you didn’t say
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| Don’t wanna be a slave
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| It’s what you didn’t say
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| Nothing to give away |