I have wings again
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Can you see them?
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I can¡¯t but I know they¡¯re there
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My wings again
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Now you¡¯re gone there¡¯s
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Nothing left to keep me here
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And you can tell my friends
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They won¡¯t believe
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When I broke down like a plastic heart
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That I had them then
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But for some reason
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I would rather fall apart
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Than notice them
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Nights I spent puzzling over where they went
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Caught like an act on your high wire
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Plummeting like a bird on fire
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Tumbling over
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Believe it or not I nearly forgot
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The stumps where my wings were cut off oh
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Cut off oh
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You¡¯re standing on the ledge
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You watch the empty sky fade out
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And there¡¯s no one
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To pull you back from the edge
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I raise my arms above my head
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And I close my eyes
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And I hold my breath
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I wonder why would you rather fall apart than notice them?
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Nights I spent puzzling over where they went
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Nights I spent puzzling over where where where where they went
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Puzzling over the stumps where my wings were cut off oh
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Cut off oh
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Wings again
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| Noe Venable |
