| Blue morning, walking down the street
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| Hear the rhythm from the soles of my feet
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| On the pavement, and I reach out my hands
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| And touch the building that’s beside me
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| And I look into the air up above my head
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| Thin layer of clouds and the open sky
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| All the stars are handles on doors
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| If I could touch 'em with my fingers they would open up
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| And a sea of love, ruby waves would pour down on my head
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| An ocean of love would carry me up from this prison of lies
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| If I could touch the stars with my fingertips, the doors would open all around
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| me
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| Could escape from this prison of lies and swim in the ocean up above my head
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| When I die I’ll turn into a tiny ball of energy
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| And I’ll go flipping and floating up into the sky
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| And bounce off the stars like a pinball machine, look around
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| All the lights on the machine are flashing
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| 'Til they explode and the particles join up with…
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| A sea of love, ruby waves pourin' down on my head
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| An ocean of love would carry me up from this prison of lies
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| If I could touch the stars with my fingertips, the doors would open all around
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| me
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| Could escape from this prison of lies
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| Could escape from this prison of lies |