Day by day.
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The moon gains on me.
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Day by day.
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The moon gains on me.
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Purchased pair of flabby wings.
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I took to doing some HOVERING.
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Here is a list of incorrect things.
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HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
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An academic kneaded his chin,
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sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
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His academic rust, could not burn them up.
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Recruited some gremlins.
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To get me clear of the airline routes.
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I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
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They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.
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The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
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I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
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I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
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A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.
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Ended up under Ardwick Bridge.
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With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
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They were under Irish patronage.
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We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
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but I got hit in the crossfire.
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The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.
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But, when I got back.
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The place I made the purchase, no longer exists
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I'd erased it under the bridge.
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Day by day.
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The moon came towards me
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By such things.
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The moon came towards me.
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So now I sleep in ditches.
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And hide away from nosey kids.
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The wings rot and feather under me.
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The wings rot and curl right under me.
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A small alteration of the past.
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Can turn time into space.
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Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.
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Wings X 17.
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WINGS
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| The Fall |
