On a bright afternoon I open the window
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And run without reason on a shaded road
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I take a breath using my shoulders, and close my eyes
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And picture a stage that starts from tomorrow.
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I image a brand new page
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And paint it on a plain white canvas.
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The headwind opens up without a care
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In this endlessly continuing brand new story.
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At a zebra-striped intersection
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The light turns green and I start running
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Crossing while just stepping on the white lines
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Always blown by wind in this way
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If I could just be as I had been
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I'd turn towards the far away sky, stretch out my hands as if to reach my thoughts
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I speed up my feet pushing the pedals
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And race up the slope just in one breath
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Now the long run before jumping out
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While feeling my heartbeat begin to race.
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When I finally am able to see the summit
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The south wind passes me
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As if to alert me of the starting signal.
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I repeated the bit that was left over again
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Before I knew it I had come this far
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Even more than the light in the depths of my vision
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If I could never forget these thoughts shut away in my chest
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No matter what time it was and continue to warm them
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For sure, one day I would, like a nameless bird,
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Take off into this great sky and push forward.
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The future I searched for while fumbling is always a keyless door
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The light right in front of my eyes I continued searching for even though I couldn't find it
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The doodle that's on my desk
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Is a map I imagined some other day
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A place that nobody has walked,
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That even the sun doesn't know about,
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Always blown by wind in this way
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If I could just be as I had been
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I'd turn towards the far away sky, stretch out my hands as if to reach my thoughts
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