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Last night I dreamt of flying |
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(alexander/badlees) |
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Over hillsides in the snow |
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And I dove down through the clouds |
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Last night i dreamt of flying |
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Into the valley there below |
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Over hillsides in the snow |
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When the fields turned into parking lots |
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And i dove down through the clouds |
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My freedom turned to dread |
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Into the valley there below |
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The ground rose up to greet me |
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When the fields turned into parking lots |
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And I jumped up out of bed |
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My freedom turned to dread |
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The ground rose up to greet me |
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You can fly, fly, fly |
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And i jumped up out of bed |
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Off to anywhere you choose |
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You can try, try, try |
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You can fly, fly, fly |
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But eventually you'll lose |
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Off to anywhere you choose |
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It seems there's always something |
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You can try, try, try |
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Tryin' to bring a good man down |
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But eventually you'll lose |
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I have no fear of falling |
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It seems there's always something |
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But I hate hitting the ground |
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Tryin' to bring a good man down |
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I have no fear of falling |
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Searchin' through my sofa |
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But i hate hitting the ground |
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tryin' to find some extra change |
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I thought that I knew everything |
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Searchin' through my sofa |
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'Til everything changed |
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Tryin' to find some extra change |
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Now I'm standing on an island |
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I thought that i knew everything |
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That is sinking into the sea |
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'til everything changed |
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And all that I can do |
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Now i'm standing on an island |
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Is just enjoy the scenery |
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That is sinking into the sea |
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And all that i can do |
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Well you can fly, fly, fly |
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Is just enjoy the scenery |
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Off to anywhere you choose |
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you can try, try, try |
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Well, you can fly, fly, fly |
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But eventually you'll lose |
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Off to anywhere you choose |
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They say a man hears sweet, soft music |
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You can try, try, try |
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Just before he drowns |
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But eventually you'll lose |
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I have no fear of falling |
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They say a man hears sweet, soft music |
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But I hate hitting the ground |
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Just before he drowns |
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I have no fear of falling |
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You and I have politics |
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But i hate hitting the ground |
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There's lines that we don't cross |
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And we live happily ever after |
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Inside this little box |
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You and i have politics |
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But you just can't take a lion |
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There's lines that we don't cross |
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And throw him into a cage |
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And we live happily ever after |
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And expect him to be thankful |
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Inside this little box |
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For the shelter that you gave |
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But you just can't take a lion |
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And throw him into a cage |
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Well you can fly, fly, fly |
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And expect him to be thankful |
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Off to anywhere you choose |
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For the shelter that you gave |
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you can try, try, try |
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But eventually you'll lose |
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You can fly, fly, fly |
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The more you try to cling to me |
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Off to anywhere you choose |
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The less I'll stick around |
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You can try, try, try |
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I have no fear of falling |
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But eventually you'll lose |
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But I hate hitting the ground |
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The more you try to cling to me |
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The less i'll stick around |
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I have no fear of falling |
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But i hate hitting the ground |