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Heading for the ceiling, I'm up off the floor |
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I've broken my horizon, out-distancing my door |
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High above the ant hills in among the planes |
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Swooping down to hear the sound and movements of the trains |
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I don't need these wings to guide me |
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They are hardly ever there |
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It's the clear I make inside me |
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Makes me feel light as air |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
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The ocean rolls below me, expanding plastic views |
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My vision cones to nearest land and brings me latest news |
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The waves of higher bodies soon dazzling in my ears |
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Will center my vibrations with the music of the spheres |
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I don't need these wings to guide me |
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They are hardly ever there |
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It's the thing building up inside me |
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Makes me feel light as air |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
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I've got levitation |
