| Out on a whim
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| In a crystalline shine
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| We’re taking a swim
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| Through the rivers of our minds
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| In a fallible season
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| Could be a close call
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| But that’s not a reason
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| The wind won’t break your fall
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| Cause I can show you to the sun
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| Got a ticket to oblivion
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| In a forest, an adventure
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| but don’t you worry there’s no pressure
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| Cause we can take another way
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| A detour into outer space
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| Out of the blue and to the moon
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| On a rocket over blessed horizon
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| Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away
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| Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey,
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| We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to
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| Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it
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| Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away
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| Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey,
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| We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to
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| Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it
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| We’re taking a trip
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| To a colourful place
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| With a million stars
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| Yeah, all that you could wish on
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| And we can erase
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| all our little mistakes
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| start again and paint,
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| a brand new constellation
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| Cause I can take your rain away
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| Throw it up and let it ricochet
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| Give it up into the zephyr
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| And don’t you worry there’s no pressure
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| Cause we can take another way
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| a detour into outer space
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| out of the blue and to the moon,
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| on a rocket over blessed horizon,
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| Yeah I can take your rain away
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| Throw it up and let it ricochet
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| Give it up into the zephyr
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| So don’t you worry there’s no pressure
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| Cause we can take another way
|
| a detour into outer space
|
| out of the blue and to the moon
|
| on a rocket over blessed horizon
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| Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away
|
| Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey,
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| We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to
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| Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it
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| Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away
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| Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey,
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| We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to
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| Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it |