| [00:00.12] | Wade Bowen - To Live Is To Fly |
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| [00:05.42] | . |
| [00:08.35] | . |
| [00:30.52] | Days up and down they come |
| [00:33.90] | Like rain on a conga drum |
| [00:37.27] | Forget most, remember some |
| [00:40.59] | But don't turn none away |
| [00:44.60] | Everything is not enough, |
| [00:48.01] | And nothing is too much to bear |
| [00:51.69] | Where you've been is good and gone |
| [00:54.32] | All you keep is the getting there |
| [00:57.39] | . |
| [00:57.82] | Well, to live's to fly, both low and high |
| [01:05.07] | So shake the dust off of your wings |
| [01:09.14] | And the sleep out of your eyes |
| [01:11.39] | . |
| [01:27.26] | We all got holes to fill |
| [01:30.38] | Them holes are all that's real |
| [01:33.39] | Some fall on you like a storm |
| [01:36.57] | Sometimes you dig your own |
| [01:41.20] | The choice is yours to make |
| [01:44.57] | The time is yours to take |
| [01:48.01] | Some sail upon the sea |
| [01:50.64] | Some toil upon the stone |
| [01:53.32] | . |
| [01:54.20] | Well, to live's to fly, both low and high |
| [02:01.63] | Shake the dust off of your wings |
| [02:04.87] | And the sleep out of your eyes |
| [02:08.19] | . |
| [02:39.41] | Goodbye to all my friends |
| [02:42.78] | It's time to leave again |
| [02:46.28] | Think of all the poetry |
| [02:48.97] | And the pickin' down the line |
| [02:53.35] | I'll miss the system here |
| [02:56.16] | The bottom's low and the treble's clear |
| [02:59.79] | But it don't pay to think too much |
| [03:03.16] | On the things you leave behind |
| [03:06.35] | . |
| [03:06.66] | Well, to live's to fly, both low and high |
| [03:13.78] | So shake the dust off of your wings |
| [03:17.22] | And the sleep out of your eyes |
| [03:21.16] | Shake the dust off of your wings |
| [03:24.41] | And the tears out of your eyes |
| [03:27.22] | . |
| [03:31.28] | . |