| Away from guardianship
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| Run farther without closing your eyelids.
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| Jamming interference, catch signals,
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| That dissolve in the moment.
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| Can it be called?
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| After all, it would be inappropriate.
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| Can't be lost
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| Something we don't know yet.
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| Where will you be? |
| Will I be there
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| Looking from a height into the reflection of the gaze.
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| Chorus:
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| Falling up, falling out of the frame,
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| We walk along the wall, as if it were necessary.
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| We slide on the glass, drawing in a dream.
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| We are falling up!
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| Barely noticeable as they fly by
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| Hundreds of thousands of kilometers.
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| With a fair wind, we are getting closer,
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| Beyond sunsets and sunrises.
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| Can it be caught?
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| I don't know, to be honest!
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| Can't be lost
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| Something we don't know yet.
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| Where will you be? |
| Will I be around?
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| Looking from a height into the reflection of the gaze.
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| Chorus:
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| Falling up, falling out of the frame,
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| We walk along the wall, as if it were necessary.
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| We slide on the glass, drawing in a dream.
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| We are falling up!
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| And what would happen next
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| If not that phone fell into a split on the concrete, huh? |
| E!
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| And who would be to blame, catching a risky look,
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| When releasing a charge, do not be afraid of obstacles again.
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| Hey! |
| We fell into your dream, did not recognize our background -
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| Invisible tuning fork.
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| We were separated night and day
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| And it still seemed to us that we were together.
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| Where will you be? |
| Will I be around?
|
| Looking from a height into the reflection of the gaze.
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| Chorus:
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| Falling up, falling out of the frame,
|
| We walk along the wall, as if it were necessary.
|
| We slide on the glass, drawing in a dream.
|
| We are falling up!
|
| Falling up, falling out of the frame,
|
| We walk along the wall, as if it were necessary.
|
| We slide on the glass, drawing in a dream.
|
| We are falling up!
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| Falling up, falling out of the frame,
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| We walk along the wall, as if it were necessary.
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| We slide on the glass, drawing in a dream.
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| We are falling up! |