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Sometimes feel a little dizzy |
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Poised upon this crest... |
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Far down below the city slumbers |
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I'm sure they'd be impressed... |
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Because these wings are here to show them why |
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There's nothing left to fear. |
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And we're in sympathetic hands |
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That hold us dear. |
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I know you look at me and mutter: |
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"Can faith be so blind?" |
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While I paint circles 'round your steeple, |
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You'll be searching for the line |
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That holds me up... |
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That keeps the certainty imprinted on my eyes... |
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I'll be fine...fine...fine. |
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Sure, I've read the history books... |
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That's why I fly by night... |
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Because you'd lock me in the closet, |
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Call the faceless men in white... |
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But I'll be here tomorrow |
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Rest assured, I shall be sane... |
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I will do it once again... |
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Maybe just a pile of feathers... |
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A crusty pot of wax... |
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See me sweep across your desperate horizon |
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So relax... |
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If I fly away and look for demons plotting in a cave... |
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Just wave...wave.... |
