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