Today I went flying in my favorite patch of sky
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I circled and I circled above the world so high
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And I thought to myself, what a lovely lovely thing
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To be up here with the clouds, to be flying right out loud on little wings
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Then I met a 747, then he knocked me right out of the sky
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He landed down beside me, he looked me in the eye and said
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I don't know why you even bother, I don't know why you even try
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I don't know where you hope to get to, I don't know how you hope to fly on those little wings
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Little wings
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Little wings
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Little wings
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Now I don't want to be a jet airliner, I just want to be a little bird
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I don't want to rip the skies wide open, I just want my song to be heard
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And I don't want to be state of the art, I don't want to get there overnight
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I just want to be part of all this beauty, want to be part of all this flight on little wings
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I'll never be a flea in your circus, I'll never be a prop up on your stage,
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I'll never be one more little songbird you can try to keep inside your cage,
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You're never gonna tell me where to fly, you're never gonna tell me what to sing
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And if I end up lost and all alone at least I know I got there on my own two little wings
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I guess that you reap what you sow
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I guess it gets lonely at the top
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I guess it gets harder and harder
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To ever really know just when to stop
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Little Wings
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Kris Delmhorst |