| I love the feeling when we lift up Watching the world so small below
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| I love the dreaming when I think of The safety in the clouds out my window
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| I wonder what keeps us so high up Could there be a love beneath these wings
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| If we suddenly fall should I scream out
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| Or keep very quiet and cling to my mouth as I’m crying
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| So frightened of dying
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| Relax yes I’m trying
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| But fears got a hold on me Yes, this fears got a hold on me
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| I love the quiet of the night time
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| When the sun is drown in a deathly sea
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| I can feel my heart beating as I speed from
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| The sense of time catching up with me The sky set out like a pathway
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| But who decides which road we take
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| As people drift into a dream world
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| I close my eyes as my hands shake
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| And when I see a new day
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| Who’s driving this anyway
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| I picture my own grave
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| ‘Cause fears got a hold on me Yes this fears got a hold on me Floating neither up or down I wonder when I hit the ground
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| Will the earth beneath my body shake
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| And cast your sleeping hearts awake
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| Could it tremble stars from moonlit skies
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| Could it drag a tear from your cold eyes
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| I live on the right side I sleep on the left
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| That’s why everything is got to be love or death
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| Yes this fears got a hold on me |