| 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 |