When your feet touch the ground
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You send up a flare
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To let me know that you still care
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'Cause I've been hoping so hard
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You might call it prayer
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If I knew where you'd lay
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I'd be waiting right there
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'Cause we've been floating high
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Above the city lights
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That look just like stars
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But sooner or later we'll find
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That the air's too thin
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For us like an old satellite
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On it's final go round
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We will burn through the sky
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Moving faster than sound
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We will land in the sea
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Run to our house
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Where our family sleeps
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Unsafe unsound
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'Cause we've been floating high
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Above the city lights
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That look just like stars
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But sooner or later we'll find
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That the air's too thin for us
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Such a sorrowful sound
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When your feet touch the ground
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When your feet touch the ground
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When your feet touch the
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When our feet touch the ground
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And we wake in our rooms
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And we grope for the light
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The indifferent blue
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When we find that we guess
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At the ending too soon
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When our feet touch the ground
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Will it break us in 2
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'Cause we've been floating high
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But sooner or later we'll find
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That the air's too thin for us
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Such a sorrowful sound
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When your feet touch the ground
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When your feet touch the ground
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When your feet touch the ground
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When your feet touch the ground
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Feet Touch The Ground
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The Old Ceremony |