| Hold it back, getting older, I’m not so sung
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| Screaming the Lord won’t ever take you, spit it out like gum
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| The kids lucking out with guns
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| And it’s true, you won’t believe in what you do
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| They fear the youth, the want the world to keep cool
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| Just with your wings, I keep you moving
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| Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
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| Just with your wings, I keep you moving
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| Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
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| Waiting again to let the car life, sing sweet songs
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| When they call, they so sing along
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| And be my satnav gun
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| And it’s true, you won’t believe in what you do
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| They fear the youth, the want the world to keep cool
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| Just with your wings, I keep you moving
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| Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
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| Just with your wings, I keep you moving
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| Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
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| Just with your wings, I keep you moving
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| Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing
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| Just with your wings, I keep you moving
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| Feel with your lungs, I keep you breathing |