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To live is to fly
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Won't say I love you, babe,
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won't say I need you, babe,
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but I'm gonna get you babe
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and I will not do you wrong.
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Living's mostly wasting time
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and I'll waste my share of mine
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but it never feels to good,
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so let's don't take to long.
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You're soft as glass
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and I'm a gentle man;
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we got the sky to talk about
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and the earth to lie upon.
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Days, up and down they come
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like rain on a congadrum
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forget most, remember some
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but don't turn none away.
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Everything is not enough
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and nothin' is to much to bear.
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Where you been is good and gone
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all you keep is the getting there.
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To live is to fly
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Low and high,
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so shake the dust off of your wings
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and the sleep out of your eyes.
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Goodbye to all my friends
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it's time to go again
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think of all the poetry
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and the pickin' down the line
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I'll miss the system here
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the bottom's low
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and the treble's clear
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But it don't pay to think to much
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on things you leave behind.
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I will be gone
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but it won't be long
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I will be a'bringin' back the melodies
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and rhythm that I find.
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We all got holes to fill
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them holes are all that's real.
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Some fall on you like a storm,
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sometimes you dig your own.
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The choice is yours to make,
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time is yours to take;
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some sail upon/dive into the sea,
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some toil upon the stone.
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To live is to fly
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Low and high,
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so shake the dust off of your wings
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and the sleep out of your eyes;
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shake the dust off of your wings
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and the tears out of your eyes.
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To live is to fly
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| Townes Van Zandt |
