Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying
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I thought I'd spend my whole life trying,
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For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...
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Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,
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I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,
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For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found
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Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,
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I thought I'd always dream of dying
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For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground
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Oh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,
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I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,
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For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round
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Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing
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I thought I'd always be there crying,
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For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around
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And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,
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I thought I could stop myself from lying,
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For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round
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Oh Flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, Crying, oh oh, Sighing, oh oh,
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Trying, oh oh, and Dying, oh oh,
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For Dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,
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Yes it is...
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Turning
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| Chris De Burgh |
