| I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me
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| This island, our prison, our home
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| And everyday we look out at the sea
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| This place is all he’s ever known
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| But I’ve got a plan and some wax and some string
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| Some feathers I stole from the birds
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| We leap from the cliff and we hear the wind sing
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| A song that’s too perfect for words
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| But son, please keep a steady wing
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| You know you’re the only one who means anything to me
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| Steer clear of the sun or you’ll find yourself in the sea
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| Now safely away, I let out a cry, «We'll make the mainland by noon»
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| But Icarus climbs higher still in the sky, maybe I’ve spoken too soon
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| Oh son, please keep a steady wing
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| You know you’re the only one who means anything to me
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| Steer clear of the sun or you’ll find yourself in the sea
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| Won’t you look at your wings
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| They’re coming undone, spreading at the seams
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| Stay clear of the sun
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| For once won’t you listen to me?
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| Oh gods
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| Why is this happening to me
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| All I wanted was a new life for my son to grow up free
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| Now you took the only thing that meant anything to me
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| I will never fly again, I will hang up my wings
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| Oh gods
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| Why is this happening to me
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| All I wanted was a new life for my son to grow up free
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| Now you took the only thing that meant anything to me
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| I will never fly again, I will hang up my wings
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| Oh God |