| You flew too near the sun
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| But that don’t make you the golden one
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| Seventh son of a seventh son
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| But that don’t make you the chosen one
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| Sun burned the molten sky
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| You singed your wings so you couldn’t fly
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| You fell to earth that’s no disgrace
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| You found your soul when you lost your face
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| But earthbound you stuck around
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| Underwhelmed by the realm you found
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| They sold you out for what it’s worth
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| Welcome to the planet earth
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| You flew too near the sun
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| But that that don’t make you the golden one
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| Seventh son of a seventh son
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| But that don’t make you the chosen one
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| Back street preacher’s blues divine
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| Bitter sweet like holy wine
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| But when your flock had gathered round
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| You had to dumb your message down
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| But still they didn’t understand
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| A stranger ¡n a stranger land
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| They sold you out that’s no disgrace
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| Welcome to the human race
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| You flew too near the sun
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| But that don’t make you the golden one
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| Seventh son of a seventh son
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| But that don’t make you the chosen one
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| Now you’ve found yourself alone |