Thunder rumbles in the distance, a quiet intensity
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I am willful, your insistence is tugging at the best of me
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You're the moon, I'm the water
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You're Mars, calling up Neptune's daughter
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Sometimes rain that's needed falls
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We float like two lovers in a painting by Chagall
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All around is sky and blue town
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Holding these flowers for a wedding gown
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We live so high above the ground, satellites surround us.
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I am humbled in this city
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There seems to be an endless sea of people like us
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Wakeful dreamers, I pass them on the sunlit streets
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In our rooms filled with laughter
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We make hope from every small disaster
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Everybody says "you can't, you can't, you can't, don't try."
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Still everybody says that if they had the chance they'd fly like we do.
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Painting by Chagall
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| The Weepies |
