sunrise
it all started with a stumble, when i get old then i'll get humble, the sky cracked a million ways, making me blind, and as the trees grew higher and higher, and the fish began to fly, i went and stole some wings, and thought why can't i, get in the sunrise, i want to get in the sunrise, lift the world upon your shoulders, i stay young while i watch everyone getting older, you could take a million years, out of my head, but i'm starting to lose my place, in the circles that i trace, and if i let go only then, will my face, get in the sunrise, i want to get in the sunrise, i want to get in the sunrise, i want to get in the sunrise, (do you hear me now, oh, won't you hear me now), (but in the end, i'm paper, you're glue, i get stuck on you)
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