What if you woke up in the middle of the night
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And in your bare feet you walked outside
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And realizing that you were awake that you could fly
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Out over the world
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To places that you've only heard of
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See faces that you were sold as murderers
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But just like you they're only lonely boys and girls
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Like all over the world
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What if you could lift them up?
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What if you could make it so that times weren't tough?
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So ever morning when the world woke up
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There'd only be weather on the news
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And what if you were back in bed
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With one of them floating over your head
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What do you say to your enemies
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When you don't know what it is that could have been between you?
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There ain't no blue skies over bad lands
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Even if it ain't raining in the mornings
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But you don't need to fly to understand it
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Just understand understanding
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Blue Skies Over Bad Lands
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| Matthew Good |
