| Whispers of a wind to lift you off the ground
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| The breath of air that’ll take you where it will
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| This flight of fancy carries you until you know for sure
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| There’s no going back
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| To where you were before
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| Now you’ve lost the knack
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| With best-laid plans you once flattered to deceive
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| Of fatted calf were intent to eat your fill
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| Perpetual motion carries you but still you know for sure
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| That you can’t keep track
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| And you can’t keep score
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| There’s no going back any more
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| You were tethered
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| Eyes and ears peeled tightly on the ground
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| Wondering whether
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| What goes up is certain to come down…
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| Steady measures
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| Learn to take the whole thing in the round
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| Keep on talking
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| For that’s all that’s keeping you aloft;
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| It was awkward
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| Holding in your breath before the off
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| Now you travel, though you’re not so eager to arrive
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| On the journey what respect you earn is token
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| Faith in progress
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| Goes unspoken
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| And that’s all that’s keeping you alive
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| And you know it’s not the going, it’s the getting there
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| That’ll slow you, so you really can’t remember where
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| You were heading when you started
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| All was eloquence
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| But now it’s all hot air
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| Draw breath in apprehension
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| No safety features left in place
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| Your sentence in suspension
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| You’re clinging on, a basket case
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| You didn’t want to tell me
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| About your secret passion
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| What dummy would you sell me
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| With such unfashionable haste?
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| Hold it steady
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| Can’t afford to let direction drift
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| Are you ready?
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| The denouement when it comes is swift
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| Are you joking? |
| Were you hoping for some jolly japes?
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| Eat those words or spit them out before they choke you
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| Flailing progress
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| From this moment
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| I don’t see you making your escape
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| And you know it’s not the going, it’s the getting there
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| That’ll get you, that’ll get you, no-one lets you
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| Know you’re slowly in the process of forgetting where
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| You were heading when you started
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| All was eloquence
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| Or was it all hot air?
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| So the pay-off's due
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| Now you’ve told your tale
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| All the words you used
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| Are exhaled |