...Run, run over the hillsCan feel the (bouncing balls?) around meKill a flower in someone's gardenBut I don't care, I am freeStreams let themselves looseMy feet won't touch the groundThe city's further awayAnd I love that I can sayThe skies were bigger than I ever thought it could be (ever could be)I really can't see where it endsClouds like bubbles in a sink touching my face (touching my face)
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