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In the crowd |
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The crowd spreads out |
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Takes out its glasses |
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?? pulls out arrows ?? |
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The fires in full |
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They form a net |
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They drain their cups |
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And wait expectantly for their hero to blow up |
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Chorus |
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She pointed at the black cloud in the sky |
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Said that's what happens when you're leaning to fly |
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She said those wings are just a disguise |
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And you cannot make me cry |
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She pointed at the black cloud in the sky |
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Yeah that's what happens |
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Was it worth the wait? |
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Is that the wall where you marked off the date? |
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Wood, the wings |
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Made of wax |
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Made of water |
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He was too dumb to accept the offer |
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He was too smart |
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Step on in to the leather |
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Fire it up |
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Pull out the feathers, one by one |
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As he got closer to the sun |
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Chorus |
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She pointed at the black cloud in the sky |
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She said with you it is no use |
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Why do you try? |
