The earth is warm next to my ear
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Insects noise is all that I hear
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A magic trick makes the world disappear
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The skies are dark they're dark but they're clear
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A distant motorcade and suddenly theres joy
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The snowing ticker-tape blurs all my senses numb
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It's like the finish line where everything just ends
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The crack of radio seems close enough to touch
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Cold water cleaning my wounds
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A sad parade with a single balloon
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I'm done with this I'm counting to ten
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Bluest seas running to them
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I feel like I am watching everything from space
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And in a minute I'll hear my name and I'll wake
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I think the finish line's a good place we could start
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Take a deep breath take in all that you could want
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Finish Line
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| Snow Patrol |
