| Behold the eagle the work is done
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| The leap to freedom made out of feathers
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| Put on those wings the plan is daring
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| We fly towards the sky together
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| The winds tug wildly at my wings
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| The unbridled struggle of the heavenly forces
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| Beguiling noise unleashes the spirit
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| Only now can I see what freedom promises
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| do you see the sun
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| Can you feel the fire?
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| You fly too high the sun is burning hot
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| I want to go high, that's my striving
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| Wax drips from your wings like sweat
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| Who never dares will never live
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| You fly too high the sun is burning hot
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| I want to go high, that's my striving
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| Your wings they melt, the feathers burn
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| Secure and proud to recognize the danger
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| You fall ablaze burning towards the sea
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| Receive the prize for presumptuous striving!
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| My wings, they melt, the feathers burn
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| Secure and proud to recognize the danger
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| And I also fall burning towards the sea
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| Is freedom never a presumptuous striving!
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| do you see the sun
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| Can you feel the fire?
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| You fly too high the sun is burning hot
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| I want to go high, that's my striving
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| Wax drips from your wings like sweat
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| Who never dares will never live
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| You fly too high the sun is burning hot
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| I want to go high, that's my striving
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| And I also fell burning toward the sea
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| Is freedom never a presumptuous striving! |