| Standing on a rooftop,
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| Trying to clear my mind,
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| I only came up to look,
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| But now theres such a crowd.
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| I dont feel that bad,
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| Cant help but laugh,
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| And they cry out,
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| They say jump, and I say how high?
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| I feel my body blowing,
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| From every side to side,
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| My mind cant help but knowing
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| What it feels like to fly.
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| I dont feel that bad,
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| Cant help but laugh,
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| And they cry out,
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| They say jump, and I say how high?
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| Say jump and I say I might.
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| And they cry out,
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| And they cry out,
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| Say jump and I say Ill try,
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| Say jump and I say Ill say goodbye,
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| Say jump and I say how high?
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| High, fly.
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| Fly.
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| Im just standing,
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| On the edge of,
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| Something I should try to hide from.
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| I dont know much but I know something,
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| I need to try and find me a way,
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| Try I always come out fighting,
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| I dont feel I should deny me.
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| Cant help knowing what is down there,
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| Feels I should fly now for them,
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| Im fascinated, mis-educated, its reincarnation,
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| Of my imagination, Im far away, from here today,
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| Its where Ill stay if I get my way,
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| Its lying awake, that makes me sane,
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| But it makes me sick but I cant change again. |