| I want to try, I want to be me
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| I want to get high, I want to see
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| I want to fly, I want to be free
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| I take the trail from Katmandu
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| With a different kind of trip in view
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| Everest is behind the town
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| Mountain High-bound to get higher
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| My glider, I’m the Kadu Flyer
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| Cygnus of the skies, the prize and I will rise to win it
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| Never fly through a cloud if there’s a mountain in it
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| My route is by the steep ascent
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| Do battle with the elements
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| Peaks of progress, freezing winds
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| Downdraft dangers want to drag me down
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| My straining ailerons the only sound
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| I’m carried by the keening wind, with the dandelions glide
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| Everest, I’ll never rest, I’ll see you a mole-hill when I’m high
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| I want to try, I want to be me
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| I want to get high, I want to see
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| I want to fly, I want to be free
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| Crawl the thermal up a mountain
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| Like the pterodactyl’s wings
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| Waves of lift and wing vibrations
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| Help me to invoke the sun
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| True me up in soaring fun
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| Rising like the phoenix
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| In full flight from the fire
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| A dragon wing of string and sticks
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| Gliding higher and higher and higher |