| So small, yet still so proud
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| At night before he dreams he looks into the clouds
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| A high flyer’s what I want to be
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| Seems they won’t let me, says I’m too small
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| I don’t feel small at all
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| Break my dreams, that’s what they’ll do
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| Well I’m going to run away and learn to fly like you
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| I’m going to go so high and swoop so low
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| You can’t bring me down, going to be so proud
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| Little angel you got to learn to fly
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| Get up and earn your wings tonight
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| Little angel just look in my eyes
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| Get up and earn your wings tonight
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| Push and shove then climb aboard
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| This is the shuttle train to the top of the world
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| When you look around what do you see
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| These are all high flyers
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| But none of these high flyers look like me
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| What is that supposed to mean
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| What am I supposed to be
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| I pull my way up through this crowd
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| To find your body crushed on the ground
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| It’s so obvious, why couldn’t you see
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| That you can’t go high flying without a pair of high-flyer wings
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| Little one’s broken lying on the ground
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| Trying to get up 'till his last breath out
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| Wings are strune everywhere, there’s blood all around
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| 'Cause even angel’s die, but that light just fades
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| It’s so sad, but he’d be so proud
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| Broken angel you’ve got to learn to fly
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| Get up and earn your wings tonight
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| Broken angel just look in my eyes
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| Get up and earn you wings tonight
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| Get up and earn your wings, earn your wings tonight |