| When we lifted off the ground
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| We lifted up a veil of hesitation
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| And stared down on souls that crossed our line
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| Of sight, of sound, of intuition
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| Give me wings, my careless friend
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| Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights
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| Sweet flower bed, lift me up and pass me round
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| For altitude’s irrelevant
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| We sheered to left and broke to right
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| Knew not what lay there worth avoiding
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| We made our marks, yet left no trace
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| And were revered for what we were to them
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| Give me wings, my careless friend
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| Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights
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| Sweet flower bed, lift me up and pass me round
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| For altitude’s irrelevant
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| Kill the lights, sweet flower bed
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| Kill the taste of my sunset
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| Give me wings, my careless friend
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| Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights
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| Sweet flower bed, lay me down and pass me round
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| For altitude’s bitterly irrelevant
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| Live it intensely
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| Drag me down with you
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| Experience profoundly
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| Drag me down with you |