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Miles above the ground below |
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No particular place to go |
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Flying higher |
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Stumble back home to the news at 10 |
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Catch a thought |
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Let it go again |
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Flying higher |
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It's a long way down |
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Down's not where I want to be |
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And if these days would never end |
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If laughter was my very oldest friend |
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Not a growing trend |
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Where what I have I always tend to lose |
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By dancing in the devil's shoes |
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The clock strikes 10 at the edge of doubt |
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Nothing I know is my world right now |
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Play on, play on |
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And could I see my soul turn blue |
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Cross the sun |
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Get burnt for you |
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Play on |
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Play on |
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It's a long way home |
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When home is the violet sky |
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And there's a storm in every bottle of wine |
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There's a ghost that finds me every single time I think of the games we'll miss |
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The playground and the avarice |
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Oh I should learn to know what to keep |
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What to let go |
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Talking out loud is not a good thing to do |
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When you're dancing in the devil's shoes |
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And I wish your face was just your face |
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And not the moonlight's chosen resting place |
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How can the world compare? |
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It's just a planet when you're not there |
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Come watch me hit the ground |
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With the most fantastic sound |
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Talking out loud is not a good thing to do |
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When you're dancing in the devil's shoes |
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Dancing in the devil's shoes |
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Miles above the ground below |
