Looking up, up, up for love finally
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Hey, hey
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Fire, fire
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Down in the foundry
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We forge for us the changing bell
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Turn your back against the winds
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Spit down the wishing well
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With nothing left to waste but opportunity
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To be the lovers we have longed to be
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Now things are looking up, up, up for you
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Looking up, up, up for me
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Looking up, up, up for us
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Finally
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We cross the border line
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To wake the sleep of color under wind turbines
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Look at the rusting of the old machinery
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Rusted away, a part of history
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Now things are looking up, up, up for you
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Looking up, up, up for me
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Looking up, up, up for us
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Hey, finally
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We crossed the border line
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Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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Up, up, up, up, up, up
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What brings you joy will take your tears
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You've been holding back too many years
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But you were down and out of luck
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Now side by side, we're looking up
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Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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Finally
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Looking up, up, up for you
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Looking up, up, up for me
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Looking up, up, up for us
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Time to ring that changing bell
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Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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Up, up, up, up, up, up, up
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The Falcons
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| Patrick Wolf |
