| I was in a plane to Panama
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| And a fly landed on her thigh
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| And I thought I brushed it off quite brashly
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| I introduced myself
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| And she said her name was sky
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| A simple Hi and I could tell
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| That her plainness was well seamless
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| And somewhere deep inside
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| She drove a calm and weightless determination
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| And to what lands her mind would travel
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| I don’t know but I was so curious
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| I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds Yeah
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| I asked her wether she enjoyed being in the air
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| And airily she answered with an accent so careful
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| I could feel each syllable while
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| I love things that seem impossible
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| I love things that seem impossible
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| Well I love things that seem impossible
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| And I love things that seem impossible Yeah
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| Bridge
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| Seem impossible
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| Seem impossible
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| I love things that seem impossible
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| And to what lands her mind would travel
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| I don’t know but I was so curious
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| I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds Yeah |