| Flying high at speed of sound
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| On the night bus, heading out
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| I’ll call you now
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| We’ll meet on the streets, and we’ll run around
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| Leave everyone behind
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| The name-droppers and the unkinds
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| And we’ll meet our friends
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| Blue plastic bags, full of cans
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| Like hooded ghosts, we don’t make a sound
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| Feel the earth pull us, hand in hand
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| But if I fall off this cloud
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| If I fall off, oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| Oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, oh no
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| Oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, oh no
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| Feel my guilt when the light pulls in fast
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| Hopes for the days are gone, and the hour’s passed
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| Not a fighting chance
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| Comic ideas of the future
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| How to jump home now, with a single bounce
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| And we’ll laugh out loud
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| Like hooded ghosts, we don’t make a sound
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| Feel the earth pull us, hand in hand
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| But if I fall off this cloud
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| If I fall off, oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| Oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, oh no
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| Oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, oh no
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| I don’t ever wanna stop
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| You could not have made it up
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| Who will catch me when I drop?
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| And stop me falling
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| Is this ever gonna stop?
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| Can you catch me when I drop?
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| I know there’ll never be no Superman
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| Like hooded ghosts, we don’t make a sound
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| Feel the earth pull us, hand in hand
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| But if I fall off this cloud
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| If I fall off, oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| Oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, oh no
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| I don’t wanna hit the ground
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| Oh, Superman
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| Oh, Superman, oh no |