| I found him out in the field up there
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| His clothes were torn, glue in his hair
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| Feather down over everything
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| On the ground, his broken wings
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| I washed his hair and I held his bones
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| I nursed the way he felt alone
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| Keeping watch over his fitful sleep
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| To Caught him falling out of dreams
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| Oh Icarus
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| There’s a wing down in each of us
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| Faster than the speed of sound inside
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| Everything flies
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| A rush of breath, a turn of touch
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| The up and down of loving so much
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| The way your heart will race and rise
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| A tear handing in long, slow dive
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| Oh Icarus
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| There’s a wing down in each of us
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| Faster than the speed of sound inside
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| Everything flies
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| Night comes on in fits and stalls
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| Twilight colors looking on
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| As all the evening dust kicks up
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| A small hope lands where doubt once was
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| Oh Icarus
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| There’s a wing down in each of us
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| Faster than the speed of sound inside
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| Everything flies |