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Danger bird, he flies alone |
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And he rides the wind |
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back to his home |
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Although his wings |
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have turned to stone |
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And we used |
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to be so calm |
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Now I think |
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about you |
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all day long |
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'Cause you've been |
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with another man |
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Here you are |
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and here I am. |
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That's the moment |
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that he cracked |
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long ago in the |
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museum with his |
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friends. |
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The jailbird takes the raps |
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And he finds himself |
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spread-eagled on the tracks |
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But the training that he learned |
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will get him nowhere fast. |
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And I know we |
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should be free |
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But freedom's just |
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a prison to me |
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'Cause I lied |
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to keep it kind |
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When I left you |
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far behind. |
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With the rain |
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pounding on his |
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back he recalls |
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the moment that |
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he cracked long |
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ago in the museum |
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with his friends. |
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And like those |
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memories the rain |
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keeps pounding |
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down, down, down. |
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And though these wings |
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have turned to stone |
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I can fly fly fly away. |
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Watch me fly above the city |
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Like a shadow on the sky. |
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Fly, fly, fly. |
