| There is a time for flying like an eagle
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| There is a time for falling like a stone
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| But if you stop dead
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| Take a look around
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| Maybe you’ll watch the seasons flow
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| And then you’ll finally know
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| As the atmosphere rolls away
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| Though appearances stay the same
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| You can’t fly twice in the same patch of sky
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| You won’t find rest till you’re ready to change
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| There is a time for walking on the water
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| There is a time for drifting out to sea
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| But if you stop dead
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| Take a look around
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| One day you’ll find you’re back on land
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| And then you’ll understand
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| As the atmosphere rolls away
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| Though appearances stay the same
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| You can’t fly twice in the same patch of sky
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| You won’t find rest till you’re ready to change
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| One day you’ll find you’re back on land
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| And then you’ll understand
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| As the atmosphere rolls away
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| Though appearances stay the same
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| You can’t fly twice in the same patch of sky
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| You won’t find rest till you’re ready to change
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| It’s over my head
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| It’s over my head
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| But if you stop dead |