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I'm tired of tracing vapor trail, ghost letters in the sky |
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Living life in daydreams, watching precious time get by |
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Circle around this great big world, just chasing smoke |
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And never touching ground |
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Like a skywriter, rebel without a cause, drifting without an aim |
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But I can't seem to give up this flying game |
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I'm a wing walker, working without a net |
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That's all |
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I've ever been |
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And I wonder if |
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I'm ever coming down again |
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Some people say, |
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I'm losing touch with harsh reality |
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Because I can't accept the way it is with you and me |
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Stop living in the past, like some old pilot from |
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A war that wouldn't end |
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Like a barnstormer |
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Safe with my heart and wings |
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How could |
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I ever fall |
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So serenely do |
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I glide above it all |
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I'm a skywriter |
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I can't forget you yet |
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For whatever that it's worth |
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And then sometimes |
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I thinkI'm never coming back |
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SkywriterI can't forget you yet |
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For whatever that it's worth |
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And then sometimes |
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I thinkI'm never coming back to earth |
