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We've all got to dream of something,tall buildings or wet sand between our toes, or fast cars and fancy clothes. Some folks spend their whole lives fightingwhile some find the good life drops in their lapnothing ever will close that gapYou just got to jump onboardand hope you'll find your reward. Soon that day will come your urge to roam will relent,so make your move, make your peace, make amends, we're all coming home in the endI've travelled so far so quicklythe continent spinning beneath my wingsticking boxes, aquiring things, but the further I go I find, I just want what I left behindmaybe love will lead me back to your doorthe need to feel something simple and pure, like I did before, how we strain our necks to see what's around the next bendor waste our hours chasing fair-weather friendswe're all coming home in the end. So fly, don't shy from some afar desired prizea million miles from where we lie, Cos your flight is one enormous circle looping wideto bring you right back to my side, oh, oh, oh From Letras Mania