| You will breeze in, fresh air that you are
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| They will inhale you deep into their lungs
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| They will exhale you as far as you may go
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| And you will touch their souls
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| Imagine yourself floating away
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| Imagine the tiniest little pixi people
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| Rub the ocean in your face
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| Imagine your feet had never touched the eart
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| Imagine you are flying above the whole human race
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| Just gliding above it all
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| You will breeze in, fresh air that you are
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| They will inhale you deep into their lungs
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| They will exhale you as far as you may go
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| And you will touch their souls
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| Imagine you were dreaming in a bed
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| Of fresh green leaves
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| And you awoke to a shining sun
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| The good people of the world all free
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| You will breeze in, fresh air that you are
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| They will inhale you deep into their lungs
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| They will exhale you as far as you may go
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| And you will touch their souls
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| Now you’re leaving home
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| Ya got ya business to do
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| Hollow as an old log and I’m thinking of you
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| So many times and years
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| Well they seem so much less
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| We were truly blessed!
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| You will breeze in, fresh air that you are
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| They will inhale you deep into their lungs
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| They will exhale you as far as you may go
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| And you will touch their souls |