None, none will find us
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Cause they aren¡¯t looking
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For things much smaller
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For things that grow
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Slow woven sleepers
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We¡¯re made of secrets
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We¡¯re made of stardust
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We¡¯re made to glow
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Like a light that they¡¯ve cast far away
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We will use what they have thrown
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Then they¡¯ll finally see
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And fall to their knees
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We were born to always grow
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Look through the window
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Watch then spinning
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Pills that keep us
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Far from home
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But waves start with ripples
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Then build forever
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Then drown the world
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But we will float
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On Growing Things
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| Falling Up |
