| Before long
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| They will build a city along
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| All the sky and anchor it tight
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| To this rock so we can sail right out of here
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| Faux nights
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| Fade right into our existence
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| As we travel up the tethers
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| Start to float a little as we reach our end
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| The sky bleeds
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| We mend it near the constellations
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| The dying giants feel their fears
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| Slowly get built away today
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| All us
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| In our own known lives
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| Now have a chance to shine bright
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| And we will all be dancing in that light
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| Dancing in that light
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| Dancing in that light
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| Dancing in that light
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| On a crescendo
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| Making the best of it all
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| On a crescendo
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| Now we can fly and not fall
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| All overnight
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| We could lose sight
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| But we have heard our screams
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| And woe isn’t happening
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| Darker days may have been
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| A little more hectic back then
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| But we now have the tools
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| And our sorrows melt to pools
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| On a crescendo
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| Making the best of it all
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| On a crescendo
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| Now we can fly and not fall
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| On a crescendo
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| Making the best of it all
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| On a crescendo
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| Now we can fly and not fall |