| In a window small and high
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| A boy watches the sky
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| Turning to monochrome
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| And when they asked him do you know
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| Where in the whole world you will go
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| He said I wanna go home, home, home
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| We’re all here to wonder why
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| It’s a freefall ‘til we fly
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| Then you and I will make circles in the sky
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| Too many birds up on a wire
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| And they sway like a gospel choir
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| Making music so heavenly
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| And the bees make a honeycomb
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| The road home is our home
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| Home will always be here with me
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| We’re all here to wonder why
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| It’s a freefall ‘til we fly
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| Then you and I will make circles in the sky
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| Circles in the sky, circles in the sky
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| And if this is true then I belong to you
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| And you belong to me…
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| In a window tall and wide
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| A girl sits side by side
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| With a boy no one sees but me
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| And she whispers in his ear
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| I’ll wait for you right here
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| This is where we’re supposed to be
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| ‘Cause we’re all here to question why
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| And it’s a freefall ‘til we fly
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| Then you and I will make circles in the sky
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| Never be alone
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| The road home is our home
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| And that is why we’ll make circles in the sky
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| Circles in the sky |