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Skyhigh
And some, will climb, through rain and shine,
Until the evening skies are falling,
Lets play the streets; lets freak the freaks,
Until the morning skies are calling,
Calling out my name, warming up my soul.
Through sea so vast I sail my craft,
Until the evening skies are falling,
Each time she sways, she comes my way,
And still the morning skies are calling,
Calling out my name, warming up my soul,
She’s warming up my soul,
She picks me up then lays me down,
You know she makes the world go round,
She’s warming up my soul.
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