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Into the distance, a ribbon of black |
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stretched to the point of no turning back |
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a flight of fancy on a wind swept field |
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standing alone my sense reeled |
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a fatal attraction holding me fast, how |
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can I escape this irresistible grasp? |
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can't keep my eyes from the circling sky |
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tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I |
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ice is forming on the tips of my wings |
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unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything |
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no navigator to guide my way home |
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unladened, empty and turned to stone |
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a soul in tension that's learning to fly |
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condition grounded but determined to try |
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can't keep my eyes from the -circling- skies |
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tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I |
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above the planet on a wing and a prayer |
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my grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air |
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across the clouds I see my shadow fly |
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out of the corner of my watering eye |
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a dream unthreatened by the morning light |
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could blow this soul right through the roof of the night |
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there's no sensation to compare with this |
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suspended animation, a state of bliss |
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can't keep my mind from the circling sky |
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tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I |