| All of the perfection nothing will and can be made
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| The old skin has to shed before the new one sees the day
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| Opportunities to find the deeper powers in ourselves
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| Comes when life is breathing and seems more than what it is
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| Go blindly completely
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| You tell me how, I can fly away
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| And believe that all the angels are coming
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| You bring me down, then I will fly again
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| And believe that all the angels are coming
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| The kingdom of the fathers and the heroes where are you
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| I’m talking to you every night more than I should do
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| What awaits and when will be the day
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| When I can wear the cape
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| I’m lying on the ground as always staring to the air
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| Go blindly completely
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| You tell me how I can fly away
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| And believe that all the angels are coming
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| You bring me down, then I will fly again
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| And believe that all the angels are coming
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| The stars are long gone but we can still see their glow
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| Long after they’ve skidded off into oblivion
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| You tell me how, I can fly away
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| And believe that all the angels are coming
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| You bring me down, then I will fly again
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| And believe that all the angels are coming
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| You tell me how I can fly away
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| And believe that all the angels are coming
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| You bring me down, then I will fly again
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| And believe that all the angels are coming |