| Sky’s of hunny tonight behind quarrel
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| Back to wave from the things you knew
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| Up above where the lead and through
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| In an empty breath a second I’ll call you
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| Fingertips crypt on golden clips
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| Broken nails and southern slips
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| Up above all the here and this
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| From the peak all I say is bliss
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| At the top of my lungs
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| I call for you
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| From the top of my mountain
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| And when it’s no answer try again
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| At the top of my lungs
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| I call for you
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| From the top of my mountain
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| And when it’s no answer try again
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| And it’s fine not to warn
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| What you was, thought you gone
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| And it’s fine not to see
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| All things down beneath
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| Buckle down close my eyes
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| No one need to ask why
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| I’ll be brave and I’ll try
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| What it’s like just to fly |