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We're overlooking the canyon- |
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right from where i'm standing, I swear I |
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see my former glory still burning |
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it had every intent of returning |
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And the years of planning the landing |
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to prepare for jumping the canyon |
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not the death-defying or cheering |
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it's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing |
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And if I see no hope for me |
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I still see hope for you |
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in the high-rise of the morning |
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the exception that proves my rule |
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So I'm tying up loose ends |
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I tie them to the chair to defy them |
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to protect and hide them. Untie them |
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these are not the ones you want, untie them! |
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And now I'm jumping the canyon, |
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after years of planning and planning, |
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just a monument to the challenge of feeling- |
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you must fight before you stop free wheeling |
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And if I see no hope for me |
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I still see hope for you |
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in the wide eyes of the morning |
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the exception that proves my rule (x2) |
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proves my rule (x 4) |
