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I've waited for this moment |
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All my life and more |
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And now I see so clearly |
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What I could not see before |
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The time is now or never |
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And this chance won't come again |
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Throw caution and myself into the wind |
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There's no promise of safety |
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With these secondhand wings |
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But I'm willing to find out |
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What impossible means |
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A leap of faith |
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Parody of an angel |
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Miles above the sea |
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I hear the voice of reason |
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Screaming after me: |
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"You've flown far too high, boy |
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Now you're too close to the sun |
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Soon your makeshift wings will come undone" |
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But how will I know limits from lies |
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If I never try? |
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There's no promise of safety |
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With these secondhand wings |
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But I'm willing to find out |
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What impossible means |
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I climb through the heavens |
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On feathers and dreams |
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'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me |
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Nothing to me |
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Nothing to me |
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I will touch the sun or I will die trying |
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Die trying |
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Fly on these secondhand wings |
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I'm willing to find out |
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What impossible means |
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I climb though the heavens |
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On feathers and dreams |
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'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me |
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Nothing to me |
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It means nothing to me |
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Miles above the sea. |
