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In High Places
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Lift off the ground Without a sound, yeah. The wind, it pulls. The sky gets close, yeah. Could we get much lighter? Navigator to heaven. This cloudless blue. This starlight night, yeah. That devil moon. (That devil moon) He sings of love, yeah. Can we get much lighter? Navigator to heaven. They seem so small. They make me wonder. Five thousand moons. Floating balloons. Couldn't get much lighter. Navigator to heaven. |