| There are no scars there on my back
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| But subtle signs of wings
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| My brittle shell’s about to crack
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| To blossom in the spring
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| I’ll soon arise and fly away
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| And break out of the weeds
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| And then the wind will carry me
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| So far away
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| There are signs of wings but we can’t fly
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| Until we cross abandoned skies
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| We keep the pace without a move
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| We carry on without committing to the proof
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| Just like a seed too dry to grow
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| I’m longing for the rain
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| To wash away all of the dust
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| And be myself again
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| In any moment all could end
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| No time to hide away
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| All that I was, all that I am
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| And wanna be
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| I never found an answer
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| I never found my peace
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| But there is still a reason to believe
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| There are signs of wings but we can’t fly
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| Until we cross abandoned skies
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| We keep the pace without a move
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| We carry on without committing to the proof
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| Alone I’m gliding through the tides
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| To see what’s meant to be
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| Sometimes I’m waking through the nights
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| To chase my memory
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| Am I beginning to be mad
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| Or am I not the only one
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| To see a light beyond the darkness
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| Of our kind?
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| There are signs of wings but we can’t fly
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| Until we cross abandoned skies
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| We keep the pace without a move
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| We carry on without committing to the proof
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| There are signs of wings but we can’t fly
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| Until we cross abandoned skies
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| There are signs of wings but we can’t fly
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| Until we cross abandoned skies
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| We keep the pace without a move
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| We carry on without committing to the proof
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| And in the end we all can fly
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| No matter what we do
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| We’ll vanish in the endless skies
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| And face another truth
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| We will soon come back in disguise
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| Or simply turn to dust
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| Or maybe there is nothing left
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| At all |