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Blanket down; the city shrinks; the sky becomes the band. Mountains hum a bassline; our fingers lace the tune. We count the lights like stories written in sand; look up, understand. Look up, look long; small hearts, big song. Quiet roads curl below; your head finds my shoulder. We whisper maps of places we might go. Every wish keeps its own soft rhythm; breathe, take it slow. One, two, three, breathe, four, five, free. Look up, look long; small hearts, big song, and the whistle trails off into the cold, bright hush.
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(Ti-li-ling) skies awake. Blanket down; city small; sky becomes the band. Mountains hum a bassline; we hold hands. Counting lights like stories written in the sand. (Look up) understand. Look up, look long Small hearts, big song Look up, look long Small hearts, big song Head on shoulder; quiet roads curl below. Whisper maps of places we could go. Every wish a rhythm only we can know. (Breathe) take it slow. One—two—three—breathe—four—five—free. (Free) let it be. Look up, look long Small hearts, big song Look up, look long Small hearts, big song (Whistle trail…)
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