| He could've tuned in, tuned in | |
| But he tuned out | |
| A bad time, nothing could save him | |
| Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out | |
| He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles | |
| He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree | |
| The wind rose up, set him down on his knee | |
| A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw | |
| Delivered him wings, 'Hey, look at me now' | |
| Arms wide open with the sea as his floor | |
| Oh, power, oh | |
| He's.. flying | |
| Whole… | |
| High.. wide, oh | |
| He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share | |
| His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere | |
| But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed | |
| By faceless men, well, fuckers | |
| He still stands | |
| And he still gives his love, he just gives it away | |
| The love he receives is the love that is saved | |
| And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky | |
| A human being that was given to fly | |
| High.. flying | |
| Oh, oh | |
| High.. flying | |
| Oh, oh | |
| He’s…flying | |
| Oh, oh |
| He could' ve tuned in, tuned in | |
| But he tuned out | |
| A bad time, nothing could save him | |
| Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out | |
| He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles | |
| He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree | |
| The wind rose up, set him down on his knee | |
| A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw | |
| Delivered him wings, ' Hey, look at me now' | |
| Arms wide open with the sea as his floor | |
| Oh, power, oh | |
| He' s.. flying | |
| Whole | |
| High.. wide, oh | |
| He floated back down ' cause he wanted to share | |
| His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere | |
| But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed | |
| By faceless men, well, fuckers | |
| He still stands | |
| And he still gives his love, he just gives it away | |
| The love he receives is the love that is saved | |
| And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky | |
| A human being that was given to fly | |
| High.. flying | |
| Oh, oh | |
| High.. flying | |
| Oh, oh | |
| He' s flying | |
| Oh, oh |
| He could' ve tuned in, tuned in | |
| But he tuned out | |
| A bad time, nothing could save him | |
| Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out | |
| He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles | |
| He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree | |
| The wind rose up, set him down on his knee | |
| A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw | |
| Delivered him wings, ' Hey, look at me now' | |
| Arms wide open with the sea as his floor | |
| Oh, power, oh | |
| He' s.. flying | |
| Whole | |
| High.. wide, oh | |
| He floated back down ' cause he wanted to share | |
| His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere | |
| But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed | |
| By faceless men, well, fuckers | |
| He still stands | |
| And he still gives his love, he just gives it away | |
| The love he receives is the love that is saved | |
| And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky | |
| A human being that was given to fly | |
| High.. flying | |
| Oh, oh | |
| High.. flying | |
| Oh, oh | |
| He' s flying | |
| Oh, oh |
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