At the least come join me
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within the belly of a big blue beast
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set asail, catch a breeze
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and come on
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Don't forget to fill your suitcase
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now watch it sink
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'cause where we're going we don't need a thing
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Not a map, or a seed,
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'cause where we've been is who we used to be
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We started wrapping our regrets in cloth
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are you defined by all the things you want
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or did you get caught up in the things that we are not?
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You were born to believe you can't get lost
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So when you run you always get to far
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Now there's nothing you haven't seen,
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but where we're headed we have never been
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Past the pavement that we used to walk
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Past the people that we used to know
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now come on, go
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past the people that have broke our hearts
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we started laughing at them from afar,
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but now we've climbed too high without a rope
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now come on, go
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No, we are not swans
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nor are we as ugly as we think we are
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we don't take to compliments, but please don't stop
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now come on, come on
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We are not swans
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We fit into each other we are Russian dolls
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where somewhere in the center sits a beating heart
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but come on, come on
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We are not swans
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now do you feel we've gone too far
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or do you feel we've reached the top
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or do you feel like letting go
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now come on, hold on
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we are not swans
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nor are we as ugly as we think we are
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We aren't falling fast but we are falling far
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now come on, come on
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we are not swans
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our fathers gave us features that we didn't want
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our mothers claim those features made them fall in love
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but come on, come on
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we are swans
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we are flying higher than our counterparts
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we have got each other I'd say that's enough
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now come on,
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come on,
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come on.
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Swans
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