| The walls are woven, mother is weary tonight
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| Come the morning, you’ll be ready for flight
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| Leaves caressing, brushing by, on your way down
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| This experience need not set a precedent as you go out into the blue
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| Where there are so many things to prove
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| It won’t be easy to do, from a bird’s eye point of view
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| I wouldn’t lie to you
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| Many moons and fickle feathers seen through your eyes
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| Gracefully reflected by and by
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| In the end you were chasing answers high up in the sky
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| But with whom did you identify?
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| Now in the arms of an eternal lover
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| You left so much behind
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| As there are so many things to prove
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| It won’t be easy to do, from a bird’s eye point of view
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| I wouldn’t lie to you
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| I wouldn’t lie to you
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| I wouldn’t lie to you
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| I wouldn’t lie to you
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| I wouldn’t lie to you
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| I wouldn’t lie to you |