Would it make a difference if I spoke more quietly
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Can you hear me if I barely breathe
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Would it make it easier if I was not here at all
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Would it help you make this feel small
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You got the widest shoulders now, the cleanest hands
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And the dryest eyes in town
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I can make noise enough for two, I guess I'll cry your share for you
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Just for the sake of making sound
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And now I am a stranger from a long way away
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And if I spoke your language there would still be nothing to say
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Cause we all know tomorrow I'll be high over this place
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And I can tell you one thing, if the world gives you wings, you open those
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things and fly
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It's just another April snow
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We've seen enough that we both know that this can never last
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What sticks tonight will not hold up to daylight
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When you wake up it's already melting fast
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And now I am a stranger from a long way away
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And if I spoke your language there would still be nothing to say
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Cause we all know tomorrow I'll be high over this place
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And I can tell you one thing, if the world gives you wings, you open those
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things
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And you fly
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I can tell you one thing, if the world gives you wings, you open those things
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And if your voice can still ring you got to stand up and sing
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And if the world gives you wings you open those things and you fly
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Would it make a difference if I spoke more quietly
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World Gives You Wings
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Kris Delmhorst |