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Following the shadows of the skies or are they only figments of my eyes? |
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And I'm feeling close to where the race is run |
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Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy |
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Once the door swings open into space and I'm already waiting in disguise |
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Or is it just a thorn between my eyes? |
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Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy |
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Having trouble coming through, through this concrete, blocks my view |
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And it's all because of you |
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Or is it just a thorn between my eyes? |
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Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy |
