| I’ve been up around the stratosphere
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| At 31,000 feet
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| I’m gonna fly on out of here
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| On wings that you can’t see
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| If you’re gonna fly high without fear
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| You’re gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere
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| And you gotta learn to use those wings
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| That you can’t see
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| I been shreddin' on the mountains of the moon
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| On a weekend whim
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| I been looking out for life on Mars
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| Ground control to Major Jim
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| All these things could be yours too
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| If you’d just take another point of view
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| Everybody’s got a pair of wings that they can’t see
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| I’ve got wings that you can’t see
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| I have wheels on my feet
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| Way up high I feel free
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| On these wings you can’t see
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| I don’t need no runway, I got fuel here in my bong
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| I can buzz at treetop-flyer level all day long
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| Now I’m looking down on tiny cars
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| Tiny swimmers in the water
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| And tiny beach bars
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| And all because of these wings that you can’t see
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| I’ve got wings that you can’t see
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| I have wheels on my feet
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| Way up high I feel free
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| On these wings you can’t see
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| Maybe if you open up your mind
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| You might learn some things
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| God only knows what you might find
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| Floatin' on those wings
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| You can try to fly away from all your problems
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| Well I’m here to say
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| That ain’t the way to solve them
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| I can only help you with wings
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| That you can’t see
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| We have wings that we can’t see
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| We have wheels on our feet
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| Way up high we’ll be free
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| On these wings we can’t see
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| You have wings look and see
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| Silver wings like Merle and me
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| Come up up to Cloud 9B
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| Come on take a little taste of freedom
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| High up in a cloudland kingdom
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| Take a little trip on wings that you can’t see |