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Wade Bowen - To Live Is To Fly |
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Days up and down they come |
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Like rain on a conga drum |
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Forget most, remember some |
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But don't turn none away |
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Everything is not enough, |
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And nothing is too much to bear |
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Where you've been is good and gone |
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All you keep is the getting there |
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Well, to live's to fly, both low and high |
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So shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the sleep out of your eyes |
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We all got holes to fill |
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Them holes are all that's real |
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Some fall on you like a storm |
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Sometimes you dig your own |
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The choice is yours to make |
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The time is yours to take |
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Some sail upon the sea |
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Some toil upon the stone |
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Well, to live's to fly, both low and high |
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Shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the sleep out of your eyes |
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Goodbye to all my friends |
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It's time to leave again |
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Think of all the poetry |
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And the pickin' down the line |
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I'll miss the system here |
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The bottom's low and the treble's clear |
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But it don't pay to think too much |
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On the things you leave behind |
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Well, to live's to fly, both low and high |
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So shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the sleep out of your eyes |
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Shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the tears out of your eyes |
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