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| The ea | rth is wa | rm next to my e | ar |
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| Inse | cts no | ise is all that I h | ear |
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| A magi | c trick make | s the world dis | appear |
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| The sk | ies are d | ark, they're dark but they're cl | ear |
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| A distant motorcade and su | ddenly there's j | oy |
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| The snow and tickertape blurs a | ll my senses n | umb |
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| It's like the finish line where ev | erything just e | nds |
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| The crack of radios seems cl | ose enough to t | ouch |
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| Cold | water, cl | eaning my wound | s |
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| A sid | e parade, | with a single | balloon |
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| I'm d | one with | this, I'm count | ing to ten |
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| Blue | as seas, | running to them |
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| I feel like I am watching | everything from | space |
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| And in a minute I hear m | y name and I w | ake |
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| I think the finish line's a g | ood place we could st | art |
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| Take a deep breath, take in a | ll that you could wa | nt |