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Looking up, up, up for love finally |
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Hey, heyFire, fire |
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Down in the foundry |
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We forge for us the changing bell |
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Turn your back against the winds |
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Spit down the wishing well |
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With nothing left to waste but opportunity |
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To be the lovers we have longed to be |
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Now things are looking up, up, up for you |
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Looking up, up, up for me |
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Looking up, up, up for us |
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FinallyWe cross the border line |
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To wake the sleep of color under wind turbines |
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Look at the rusting of the old machinery |
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Rusted away, a part of history |
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Now things are looking up, up, up for you |
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Looking up, up, up for me |
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Looking up, up, up for us |
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Hey, finally |
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We crossed the border line |
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Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up |
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Up, up, up, up, up, up |
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What brings you joy will take your tears |
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You've been holding back too many years |
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But you were down and out of luck |
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Now side by side, we're looking up |
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Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up |
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FinallyLooking up, up, up for you |
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Looking up, up, up for me |
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Looking up, up, up for us |
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Time to ring that changing bell |
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Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up |
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Up, up, up, up, up, up, up |
