| One last thing I beg you, please
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| Just before you go
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| I’ve watched you fly on paper wings
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| Halfway 'round the world until they burned up in the atmosphere
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| Sent you spiraling down
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| Landing somewhere far from here
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| With no one else around
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| To catch you falling down
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| And I’m looking at you now
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| And I can’t tell if you’re laughing
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| Between each smile there’s a tear in your eye
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| There’s a train leaving town in an hour
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| It’s not waiting for you and neither am I
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| «Swing for the fences, son», he must have told you once
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| That was a conversation you took nothing from
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| So raise your glass now
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| Let’s celebrate exactly what you’ve done
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| Just put off another day of knowing where you’re from
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| You can catch up with yourself, if you run.
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| Is this the life that you lead? |
| The life that’s lead for you?
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| Will you take the road that’s been laid out before you?
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| Will we cross paths somewhere else tonight?
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| Somewhere else tonight? |