Please,
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spread them!
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Fly to end all
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the sadness in your eyes,
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miles and miles away.
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Step around the walls we've built to defend
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abundance assail.
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We're close to the end of
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Ismael. Ismael.
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Watch us now, forward not back.
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Late, too late to change the track
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for Ismael.
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Breathe,
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I'm sorry for the echoes.
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Sorry, sorry.
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Breathe, oh
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sorry for the echoes,
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and it gets us high,
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and it gets us down again.
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Please,
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spread them,
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fly a long time.
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There's no tomorrow.
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Fly away today,
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miles and miles away,
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million miles away,
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away.
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Breathe,
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I'm sorry for the echoes.
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Sorry, sorry.
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Breathe, oh
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sorry for the echoes,
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and it gets us high,
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and it gets us down again.
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Spread them out - shout!
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The eyes in your face
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still seem to believe
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in human race.
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Oh Ismael,
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don't you see
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we're deaf and blind
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in a way so absurd to believe
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that we don't pay.
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Oh Ismael. Ismael.
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Breathe,
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I'm sorry for the echoes.
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Sorry, sorry.
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Breathe (sorry, sorry), oh
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sorry for the echoes,
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and it gets us high,
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and it gets us down again.
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Breathe (it gets us down again),
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I'm sorry for the echoes.
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Sorry, sorry.
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Breathe (it gets us down again), oh
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sorry for the echoes,
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and it gets us high,
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and it gets us down again.
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Ismael
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Fool's Garden |