the shadows of the clouds throw doubt across the land
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you cannot always see the truth from where you stand
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from 20000 ft everything is clear
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been looking for a place to be and now i'm here
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my fellow travellers don't feel the way i feel
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they're reading books and drinking wine and making deals
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at 20000 ft suspended in thin air
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a world without them turns below and they don't care
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but i can't escape the glory of this view
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and somewhere in that teeming stillness must be you
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but at 20000 ft my cold heart makes no sound
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and if i had the chance i'd never come back down
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20000 ft
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| Arco |
