| Soaring the sky’s that had always been beyond his reach
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| He felt like a champion his feet kicked the clouds
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| Arms bound in the feathers of his father’s labour
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| Which a little while later would be ashes and vapour
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| Cumbersome limbs furnished with powerful things
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| He heard the wind speak every time he heard his wings beat
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| His Father flew before him and so his course was set
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| He’s like don’t fly by the waves or your wings will get wet
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| And don’t fly so high that the sun melts the wax
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| Just stay on my path son and follow my tracks
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| But Icarus enamoured by the feeling of flight
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| He just had to fly higher and get closer to that light
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| The sun was hot against him as he carried on ascending
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| He felt strength in him increasing like the heat that was so tempting
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| Beneath was the world he left behind in search of better things
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| To achieve his freedom he sacrificed everything
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| Icarus
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| Come down from the sky your flying to high
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| Icarus
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| Heed your Father’s words this ain’t your territory
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| No one even noticed as he splashed and hit the sea bed
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| I wonder what he saw before he fell
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| If he needed some help
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| Would he asked for it?
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| Probably he wouldn’t no
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| Probably he thought he was invincible
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| He weren’t
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| In principle he burnt
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| He smouldered in them myths
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| So that we who never flew before could learn from what he did
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| Given the gift of flight
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| It was too easy to ignore
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| The warnings of his Father
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| How could he be truly responsible
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| When really all he wants to do was saw above his station and become the Sun’s
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| equal
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| But the Sun can have no equal
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| For Icarus that flicker in his eye
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| Distant picture in the sky
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| About to catch the light that he sought
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| Oh foolish young pride
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| Silly man
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| How can you learn to fly if you ain’t even learnt to stand up
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| If he had listened to his father
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| He would never would’ve drowned
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| But the happiness he felt is one he never would have found
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| Gifts are dangerous when they are given and not earned
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| A lesson merely heard is never a lesson learned
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| By the time his father turned the wax had completely burned
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| Feathers scattered on the waves
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| They rolled on unconcerned
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| But in the small moment before he fell in to the sea
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| Icarus the head strong had been completely free
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| Icarus
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| Come down from the sky your flying to high
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| Icarus
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| Heed your Father’s words this ain’t your territory
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| No one even noticed as he splashed and hit the sea bed
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| I wonder what he saw before he fell
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| If he needed some help
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| Would he asked for it?
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| Probably he wouldn’t no
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| Probably he thought he was invincible
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| He weren’t
|
| In principle he burnt
|
| He smouldered in them myths
|
| So that we who never flew before could learn from what he did
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| So that we who never flew before could learn from what he did
|
| Icarus
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| Come down from the sky your flying to high
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| Icarus
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| Heed your Father’s words this ain’t your territory
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| No one even noticed as he splashed and hit the sea bed
|
| I wonder what he saw before he fell
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| If he needed some help
|
| Would he asked for it?
|
| Probably he wouldn’t no
|
| Probably he thought he was invincible
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| He weren’t
|
| In principle he burnt
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| He smouldered in them myths
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| So that we who never flew before could learn from what he did |