(Alexander/Badlees)
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Last night I dreamt of flying
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Over hillsides in the snow
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And I dove down through the clouds
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Into the valley there below
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When the fields turned into parking lots
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My freedom turned to dread
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The ground rose up to greet me
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And I jumped up out of bed
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You can fly, fly, fly
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Off to anywhere you choose
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You can try, try, try
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But eventually you'll lose
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It seems there's always something
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Tryin' to bring a good man down
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I have no fear of falling
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But I hate hitting the ground
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Searchin' through my sofa
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Tryin' to find some extra change
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I thought that I knew everything
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'Til everything changed
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Now I'm standing on an island
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That is sinking into the sea
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And all that I can do
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Is just enjoy the scenery
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Well, you can fly, fly, fly
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Off to anywhere you choose
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You can try, try, try
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But eventually you'll lose
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They say a man hears sweet, soft music
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Just before he drowns
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I have no fear of falling
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But I hate hitting the ground
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You and I have politics
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There's lines that we don't cross
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And we live happily ever after
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Inside this little box
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But you just can't take a lion
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And throw him into a cage
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And expect him to be thankful
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For the shelter that you gave
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You can fly, fly, fly
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Off to anywhere you choose
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You can try, try, try
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But eventually you'll lose
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The more you try to cling to me
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The less I'll stick around
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I have no fear of falling
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But I hate hitting the ground
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Fear Of Falling
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The Badlees |