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When we lifted off the ground |
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we lifted up a veil of hesitation |
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and stared down on souls that crossed our line |
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of sight, of sound, of intuition |
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Give me wings, my careless friend |
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Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights |
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Sweet flower bed, lift me up and pass me round |
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for altitude's irrelevant |
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We sheered to left and broke to right |
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knew not what lay there worth avoiding |
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We made our marks, yet left no trace |
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and were revered for what we were to them |
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Give me wings, my careless friend |
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Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights |
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Sweet flower bed, lift me up and pass me round |
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for altitude's irrelevant |
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Kill the lights, sweet flower bed |
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Kill the taste of my sunset |
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Give me wings, my careless friend |
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Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights |
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Sweet flower bed, lay me down and pass me round |
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for altitude's bitterly irrelevant |
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Live it intensely |
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Drag me down with you |
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Experience profoundly |
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drag me down with you |