| I’m floating over strange land
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| It’s a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon
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| I’m floating over strange land
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| And then stranger still, there’s no balloon
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| But I’m getting higher
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| Wafted up by fame’s fickle fire 'til the
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| Chalk hills and children
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| Anchor my feet
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| Chalk hills and children
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| Bringing me back to earth
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| Eternally and ever Ermine Street
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| (Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed)
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| I’m skating over thin ice
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| Upon blunted blades of metal soft
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| I’m skating over thin ice
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| While some none such net holds me aloft
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| But I’m getting higher
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| Lifted up on lucks' circus wire 'til the
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| Chalk hills and children
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| Anchor my feet
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| Chalk hills and children
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| Bringing me back to earth
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| Eternally and ever Ermine Street
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| Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed
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| Even I never spied that the scenes were posed
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| Even I never knew this is what I’d be
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| Even eyes never mean that you’re sure to see
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| Still I’m getting higher
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| Rolling up on three empty tyres, 'til the
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| Chalk hills and children
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| Anchor my feet
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| Chalk hills and children
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| Bringing me back to earth
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| Eternally and ever Ermine Street
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| I’m soaring over hushed crowds
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| The reluctant cannonball it seems
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| I’m soaring over hushed crowds
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| I’m propelled up here by long dead dreams
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| Still I’m getting higher
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| Icarus regrets and retires puzzled
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| Chalk hills and children
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| Anchor my feet
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| Chalk hills and children
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| Oddly complete
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| (Even I never know where I go when my eyes are all closed)
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| Here I go again |