| Mama their eyes burn
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| Holes right through me when I walk by them
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| How do I offend?
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| They make me wanna hide
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| Sometimes I turn my head away and try
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| Yet I cannot disappear
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| She said they don’t know you
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| They don’t shine the way that you do
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| This world ain’t good enough for the likes of you
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| You got to get away
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| You got to fly boy, find your powers and a cape
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| You got to make your escape, and get away
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| These years have not been kind
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| Each new day brings a struggle of a different kind
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| But hell I don’t mind
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| A busy man looks through me
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| His money’d eyes blind to what he will not see
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| He don’t know the secrets I keep
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| Well I am happier than he
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| 'Cause I’m gonna fly boy, gonna find powers and a cape
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| I’m gonna make my escape, gonna get outta here
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| I know about it, I know about it. |
| The world has lost all its dreams
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| I know about it. |
| The world won’t let us breathe. |
| Won’t set us free
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| Each day we run this race
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| Consumed by self we miss the brave face
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| Or we look away
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| But not me. |
| I’m gonna rise above this caste you made for me
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| Gonna be everything you dream but will never be. |
| I’m gonna fly…
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| 'Cause I am Flyboy, got my powers and a cape
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| Gonna make my escape, gonna get outta here |