| Look at you now, in the air, off the ground
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| Don’t look down, eyes ahead, up in the clouds
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| Look at you now, in the air, off the ground
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| Don’t look down, eyes ahead, up in the clouds
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| Up in the clouds…
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| The bright lights and the sun’s glare
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| Feel like he hadn’t seen it in a whole year
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| Looked to his right and saw a wheelchair
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| But he had no idea what it was doing there
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| Sluggish and drugged from god knows what
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| With machines and colostomy bags up to his gut
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| Body so stiff he want to stand
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| But he realized that he couldn’t feel his legs
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| Looked to his right and saw his mom’s there
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| She smiled back, shed a tear
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| Reached out, then held his hand
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| He saw her do it but he couldn’t feel a thing
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| Physically numb, but he felt fear
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| Funny how this one time tough guy was now scared
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| The doctor calmly made him aware
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| That he’d been in a coma for a whole year
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| Car accident on New Year’s
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| He was designated driver for a few friends
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| Who needed a ride after a few beers
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| But he hadn’t had a drink in a few years
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| They was almost home when he got clipped
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| Spun out of control then the car flipped
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| Now all he could do was sob with his mom
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| Said the other kid with him came home fine
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| Been about three years since that event
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| Been picking up the pieces ever since
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| Nobody expects him to walk again
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| Ride a bike, stand, or play ball again
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| But he about to show them what’s up
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| Went from a wheelchair to a walker in nine months
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| To a walker to learning how to stand up
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| And today he takes his first steps
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| First steps
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| First steps
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| Look at you now, in the air, off the ground
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| Don’t look down, eyes ahead, up in the clouds
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| Look at you now, in the air, off the ground
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| Don’t look down, eyes ahead, up in the clouds
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| Up in the clouds… |