| I climbed the highest mountains
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| I have crossed the seven seas
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| I watched a soldier dying
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| I’ve seen the killing fields
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| I have held the hand of devils
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| But I let them pass me by
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| 'cause I have found what’s true to me
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| I found it deep inside
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| And now I fly in the sky, flying high
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| Like a bird without a home, I belong to me alone
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| You’re asking me
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| Where do I go? |
| I don’t know
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| In the end we’re all the same
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| What remains of the game
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| Are ashes in the wind
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| I once had gold and silver
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| But I lost it long ago
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| Today my fortune lies in something
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| Noone ever bought
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| I don’t need a house with swimming pool
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| Don’t need a diomand ring
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| Got enough to make a living
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| And the rest don’t mean a thing 'cause I can fly
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| Fly in the sky, flying high …
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| Comes a day, skies are sad and grey
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| I won’t hide away my frustration
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| Grab my things, spread my pair of wings
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| Leave the troubles on the ground
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| I won’t come down
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| There once was a rich man
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| Had more than he could spend
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| He died of fear of losing it
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| It was no happy end
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| There once was a sailor
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| His whole life on the sea
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| He lived and he was happier
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| Than you could ever be, living free
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| Fly in the sky, flying high … |