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Cap - ture the feel - ing That my earth is somebody's ceil - ing, Can I de - liv - er in sound, The weight

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of the ground Of a cem - e - ter - y in the cen - ter of Queens There's a his - to-

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- ry through her Sent to us as a gift from the fu - ture To show us the proof More than that, it's to

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dare us to move And to o - pen our eyes And to learn from the sky From a cem - e - ter-

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- y in the cen - ter of Queens You said, re - mem - ber that life is not meant to be wast - ed We can al-

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- ways be chas - ing the sun! So fill up

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your lungs and just run We'll al - ways be chas - ing the sun All we can do is try And live like we're

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still a - live It's a re - al - ly old cit - y Split be - tween the dead and the liv - ing So I thought to

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be wast - ed We can al - ways be chas - ing the sun! So fill up

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your lungs and just run We'll al-