| I flew a kite, i held on tight to its string
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| Each time i go anywhere, i held on tight
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| In the middle of the night i woke up in fright
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| Thinking maybe in my dream i let go of my kite
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| When i was in a restaurant, talking to my friends
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| Watching their mouths move faster and faster
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| I thought of the kite that was flying in the sky
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| And made sure that my hand was holding the string
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| That was a long time ago
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| Many skies went by since then
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| Now my hands stopped holding anything
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| And i’ve learnt to take a walk instead
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| Then one day in the evening light
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| I saw something strange shining bright
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| The sky was dark, with swarms of larks
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| And in the midst of it all, yes, it was my kite
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| How did the kite get there, i’ll never know
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| Floating away among the clouds to where nobody knows
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| I held my gun with both my hands
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| Slowly aiming at the shining dot
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| The shot went off, the dot blew off
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| Since then i’ve never seen the kite again |