| The injured pilot performs inspection
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| She turns the dials and waits for perfection
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| the wind is howling all around her
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| she wants a moment she will never find
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| don’t wait for the perfect sky
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| The injured dancer can’t find the rhythm
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| something’s broken but it’s within him
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| the dance is real and it never falters
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| you cannot see it because you’ve closed your eyes
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| don’t wait, don’t wait, fly. |
| don’t wait for the perfect sky
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| the time is never right
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| aim for the higher height
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| you make not reach it
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| but you might you might
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| so take that second guess
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| and turn it into yes
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| be the light
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| it’s never a perfect sky
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| the writer weeps for her faded glory
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| she is burdened by her story
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| so write a new one, let it begin with the injured warrior walking into fire
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| don’t wait, don’t wait. |
| Fly.
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| Don’t wait for the perfect sky.
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| the time is never right
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| aim for the higher height
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| you make not reach it
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| oh but you might you might
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| so take that second guess
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| and turn it into yes
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| be the light
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| it’s never a perfect sky
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| Never a perfect. |
| Never a perfect.
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| (Never a perfect sky).
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| Never a perfect. |
| Never a perfect.
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| (Never a perfect sky).
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| Never a perfect. |
| Never a perfect.
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| (Never a perfect sky).
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| Never a perfect. |
| Never a perfect.
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| (Never a perfect sky).
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| No never a perfect sky
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| the time is never right
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| aim for the higher height
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| you make not reach it
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| oh but you might you might
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| so take that second guess
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| and turn it into yes
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| be the light
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| it’s never a perfect sky
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| It’s never a perfect sky. |