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You said if you could fly, you'd never come back down.
You only have eyes for that blue, blue sky.
You've yet to learn what sadness is,
and are just now grasping what pain is like.
Even the feelings I have for you
must be expressed with words.
As you awake from a dream into an unknown world,
spread your wings, and take flight!
You said if you could fly, you'd never come back down.
You only have eyes for that white, white cloud
You know if you can just make it through, you'll find what you seek.
So keep trying to break free, to that blue, blue sky.
To that blue, blue sky.
To that blue, blue sky!
The Old Window that was able to rust with such sound, had ran out, amiability broke
Already there is no time to see the house, and others keep throwing away the basket which grows tired looking back.
High in the beat, which breath sounds resonance, yours alone.
Kicking this window, fly away
When it runs out, saying that it can make the hand,
Now then the voice, distant, distant, thats where you are.
Grasping your hand, too dazzling it be.
The extent which you expect, to that blue, blue sky
You know that it keeps falling,
even though,
it keeps continuing,
to chase the light.
You said if you could fly, you'd never come back down.
You only have eyes for that white, white cloud.
You know if you can just make it through, you'll find what you seek.
So keep trying to break free, to that blue, blue sky.
To that blue, blue sky.
To that blue, blue sky!