| Open inside something about this pain
|
| There’s something about this sweet refrain
|
| Reminds me that you’re not there
|
| And if I could care there’s something about this curse
|
| Like a needle inside a silken purse
|
| Reminds me of all that you’d bring
|
| If I had wings
|
| I’m still standing
|
| Blue mountain high
|
| Only the fables get to fly
|
| Without these words there’s no reason why
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| It reminds me of all that you bring
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| If I had wings
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| Would like to teach myself
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| If I had wings
|
| Would learn to stir myself
|
| If I had wings
|
| Strapped inside won’t be denied
|
| Nightmare brings
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| All that you said
|
| And if I could fly
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| Long time saviour
|
| That’s the sinner’s crime
|
| Well without such trust
|
| I know that I can never find
|
| Never find — Never find — Never find
|
| If I had wings
|
| If I had wings
|
| I’m still standing
|
| Never find — Never find — Never find
|
| Open inside something about this pain
|
| There’s something about this sweet refrain
|
| Reminds me that you’re not there
|
| And if I could care there’s something about this curse
|
| Like a needle inside a silken purse
|
| Reminds me of all that you’d bring
|
| If I had wings
|
| If I had wings
|
| If I had wings
|
| If I had wings
|
| Open inside something about this pain
|
| There’s something about this sweet refrain
|
| Reminds me that you’re not there
|
| And if I could care there’s something about this curse
|
| Like a needle inside a silken purse
|
| Reminds me of all that you’d bring
|
| If I had wings
|
| I’m still standing
|
| Blue mountain high
|
| Only the fables get to fly
|
| Without these words there’s no reason why
|
| It reminds me of all that you bring
|
| If I had wings
|
| Would like to teach myself
|
| If I had wings
|
| Would learn to stir myself
|
| If I had wings
|
| Strapped inside won’t be denied
|
| Nightmare brings
|
| All that you said
|
| And if I could fly
|
| Long time saviour
|
| That’s the sinner’s crime
|
| Well without such trust
|
| I know that I can never find
|
| Never find — Never find — Never find
|
| If I had wings
|
| If I had wings
|
| I’m still standing
|
| Never find — Never find — Never find
|
| Open inside something about this pain
|
| There’s something about this sweet refrain
|
| Reminds me that you’re not there
|
| And if I could care there’s something about this curse
|
| Like a needle inside a silken purse
|
| Reminds me of all that you’d bring
|
| If I had wings
|
| If I had wings
|
| If I had wings
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| If I had wings |