| How long before I get in
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| Before it starts, before I begin
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| How long before you decide
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| Before I know what it feels like
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| Where to? |
| Where do I go?
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| If you’ve never tried then you’ll never know
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| How long do I have to climb
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| Up on the side of this mountain of mine
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| Look up, I look up at night
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| Planets are moving at the speed of light
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| Climb up, up in the trees
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| Every chance that you get
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| Is a chance you seize
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| How long am I gonna can stand
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| With my head stuck under the sand
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| I start before I can stop
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| Before I see thing the right way up
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| All that noise, all that sound
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| All those places that I have found
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| And birds go flying at the speed of sound
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| To show how it all began
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| Birds came flying from the underground
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| If you could see it then you’d understand
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| Ideas that you’ll never find
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| Or the inventors could never design
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| The buildings that you put up
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| Japan and China… all lit up
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| The sign that I couldn’t read
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| Or the light that I couldn’t see
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| Some things you have to believe
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| But others are puzzles, puzzling me
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| All that noise, all that sound
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| All those places that I have found
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| And birds go flying at the speed of sound
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| To show how it all began
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| Birds came flying from the underground
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| If you could see it then you’d understand
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| All those signs I knew what they meant
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| Something you can’t invent
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| Some get made, and some get sent Ooh
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| Words go flying at the speed of sound
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| To show how it all began
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| Birds came flying from the underground
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| If you could see it then you’d understand
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| Oh, when you see it then you’ll understand |