this is what the world looks like, i think
in the shadow of the clouds
every time i step out side the door and blink
it's got this magic that keeps lifting
lifting me and i won't go back down
this is what the world looks like, i think
i can close my tired eyes under the sun
and on the back of my eyelids as i blink
i can see the magic making everything brighter
it's so bright now the clouds are gone
and when you find me you'll find me in the clouds
i'll make my home just above south
i mean it, everything i say
i mean it, you'll find me there someday
this is what my world looks like, i think
i don't need cars when i can fly
you know you want it, don't think
you want to escape the old world
get into the new, begin touching the sky
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