| Knew that I’d always find you out in the sun
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| Flying high
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| Fire and ice my gypsy child,
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| Over and over a sea of smiles
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| Passing streets where memory ends
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| In a sliver of moon
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| Through a forest of spires
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| Visions of earth, steam escapes from siren cities,
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| Squealing tyres
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| Motel falling apart at the seams
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| Freak show drugstore, crumbling dreams
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| Fireballs flashing across the sky
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| Calling you, reaching me
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| Mountains move, troubles melt
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| When I think of the things we felt
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| Love is still an open door
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| Like a wingless bird that cries no more
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| Knew that I’d always find you out in the sun
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| Flying high
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| Fire and ice my gypsy child,
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| Over and over a sea of smiles
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| City life, the screaming trees
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| In a high resolution snapshot flash
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| Jurassic towers,
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| Industrial strength washing lines recovering ash
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| A big freeze, a silent call
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| Snakes and ladders, the rise and fall
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| Changing fortunes, changing lanes
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| The road behind a broken chain
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| Another world pushing shadows back disappearing
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| Through the cracks
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| Looks ahead just keep moving on,
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| Find a way across the Rubicon
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| Knew that I’d always find you out in the sun
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| Flying high
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| Fire and ice my gypsy child,
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| Over and over a sea of smiles |