| And moving kills me
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| And it sets me on fire
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| And I cannot imagine
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| How to qualify too
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| When the seas are calm
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| We come out like eagles
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| But carry the weight for too long
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| We fall from skies like seagulls
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| Although I say don’t be great
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| You’ll fall apart from the view
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| And most of the time gliding’s fine
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| But flagging posts is fine, too
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| Fly, fly
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| When seasons change me
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| But they don’t show me flowers
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| It’s more than I can handle
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| Heckler (?) storms came from showers
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| When the seas are calm
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| We go out like eagles
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| But carry the weight for too long
|
| We’ll fall from skies like seagulls
|
| Although I say don’t be great
|
| You’ll fall apart from the view
|
| And most of the time gliding’s fine
|
| But flagging posts is fine, too
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| Fly, fly
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| And now you know you’ve got it made
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| When the days are yours alone
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| Go out, employ the country
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| January’s coming back
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| I don’t know if I’ll be here for that, but
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| I’ll still love something
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| I still love something
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| When the seas are calm
|
| We go out like eagles
|
| But carry the weight for too long
|
| We’ll fall from skies like seagulls
|
| Although I say don’t be great
|
| You’ll fall apart from the view
|
| And most of the time gliding’s fine
|
| But flagging posts is fine, too
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| Fly, fly |