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Got myself a mission |
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I'm going to find heaven |
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I made cray-paper wings |
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I think they'll carry me a while |
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I left you a love poem |
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The best I have written |
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My favorite words |
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Were the ones I couldn't spell |
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They say that I'm a lunatic |
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They say that I am full of it |
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I say that it's worth dreamin' |
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Just for the dream of it |
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It's all about passion |
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It's all about perception |
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Don't call me on my cell phone |
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'Cause there ain't no reception |
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When I'm gone |
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When I'm gone |
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I think I'm growing feathers |
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But I'm not quite sure of it |
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'Cause I started getting dizzy |
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About a Hundred feet up |
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I made friends with the clouds |
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I made friends with the birds |
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If you ask a goose a question |
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He never shuts up |
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And honestly I miss you |
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And I hope that you're missing me |
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Cause I could use your lips on me |
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And a little bit of dramamine |
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For the moment I can see |
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Way better than I've ever seen |
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Don't sell my stuff on eBay |
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Cause I might need it back before I'm gone |
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Before I'm gone |
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I'm not the kind of man |
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Who's into looking downwards |
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I've drank my share of pity |
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From the bartender's cup |
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So many people |
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Wonderin' "What's the right direction?" |
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As far as I'm concerned |
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There's only one way up |
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And my fingers, they are blisters |
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And my eyes, they are bullet holes |
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But my hearts still beating |
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Guess I'm pretty lucky |
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Pretty lucky |
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Pretty lucky |
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(When I'm gone) |
