Waking up again another sleepless night
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Climbing taller buildings more dreams of flight
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In a pool of sweat not knowing what to do
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No more earth-bound feelings a diff'rent point of view
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Moment of truth he heads towards the building
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His glazed eyes stare vacantly following his feelings
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No turning back the door's already shutting
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Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button
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To miss a grasping hand
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(I'm falling again)
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And squash a passer-by
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(I'm falling again)
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He wanted to see some evidence
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(I'm falling again)
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That he could really fly
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Balanced on the edge only time could tell
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Some say he was pushed, others say he fell
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Standing on that rooftop his brain told him 'no'
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But all the dreams in nights before told him he must go
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To miss a grasping hand
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(I'm falling again)
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And squash a passer-by
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(I'm falling again)
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He wanted to see some evidence
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(I'm falling again)
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That he could really fly
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His questions and himself
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Nearly fell on stony ground
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He could've embarrassed his family
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Who watched him from the crowd
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Balanced on the edge only time could tell
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Some say he was pushed, others say he fell
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To miss a grasping hand
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(I'm falling again)
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And squash a passer-by
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(I'm falling again)
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He wanted to see some evidence
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(I'm falling again)
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That he could really fly
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(I'm falling ...)
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Tiptoes
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| Madness |
