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so there's this girl on a hillwith a kite strapped to her back she's crying 'come on hurry blowhurry pick me up and throw me skywards'she's got a prayer in her mouthand she's done all of the mathshe's got a feather for a heart butit still doesn'tguaranteehercos not everything you run to wants you(it's just not just, it's not just, it's just wrong)and not everything you love will love you...(it's just not just, it's not just, it's just wrong)so there's this boy on a hill with a hammerin his hand he's shouting 'fire in the skycome on turn me into something special'and then a storm whips up and the heavens arealive and he's wearing copper shoes but itstill doesn't guarantee him...cos not everything you run to wants you(it's just not just, it's not just, it's just wrong)and not everything you love will love you(it's just not just, it's not just, it's just wrong) it's the tragedy of dreamerslike me and you... From Letras Mania