Touching down how I climb
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Balancing dreams that he's chosen
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Northern lights on '
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Melting stream that was frozen.
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Passing cars with rusted wheels
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The frame in need of a'
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Red sky night, that...
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Back when the grow was impossibly
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Working tide will come around again
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' is waiting in the wind
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For all your world and treasures
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There's nothing to be want
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Nothing left to measure
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It's you and me and the colour of the sun.
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While the child wonders how
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The sky connects to the ocean
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Spinning fast, and that's now
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She's unaware of the motion.
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The wise men and the fools keep taking turns
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Every day more bridges seem to burn
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With all your volts and treasures
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Would you trade them for some fun?
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What's the rise of pleasure?
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Cause you and me, you can'
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Watch the particles collide
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And trust the stars up in the sky!
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Sand that's gone, snatched by the storm
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Are the poles really shifting?
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Gypsy rains wash all the planes
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'dreams I still drifting.
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The best the times get still somehow be found!
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Even the worst of features will never let you down
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For all your world, the treasures
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For your battles lost in one
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Nothing left to measure
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It's you and me and the colour of the sun.
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Colour of the Sun
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| Jimmy Buffett |
