| As the sun breaks, above the ground
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| An old man stands on the hill
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| As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
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| A birdsong shatters the still
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| His eyes are a blaze
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| See the madman in his gaze
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| Fly, on your way, like an eagle
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| Fly as high as the sun
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| On your way, like an eagle
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| Fly and touch the sun
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| Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
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| Looks the old man in the eye
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| As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
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| In the name of God my father I’ll fly
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| His eyes seem so glazed
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| As he flies on the wings of a dream
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| Now he knows his father betrayed
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| Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave
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| Fly, on your way, like an eagle
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| Fly as high as the sun
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| On your way, like an eagle
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| Fly, touch the sun
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| Fly, on your way, like an eagle
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| Fly as high as the sun
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| On your way, like an eagle
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| Fly as high as the sun
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| On your way, like an eagle
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| Fly, touch the sun
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| On your way, like an eagle
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| Fly
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| Fly as high as the sun |