(Alan Morse & John Boegehold)
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Take a giant leap
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Off the only ledge you know
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Kiss the ground above your head
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Surf the blue sky down below
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Taste the air that's burning sweet
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With all the words you can't take back
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Eighteen orchids at your feet
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So ride the one that leads the pack
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You're a grifter off his game
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In a town with many names
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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Play it safe and sterile
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Staying on the well-worn path
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Praying that your ferile friends
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Never find the strength to laugh
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They lead you through the shadows
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Where you live beyond your means
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Not a whim is sanitized
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When you give into your dreams
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Or so it seems
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Yes it really seems a shame
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That your're gonna have to take the blame
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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So you sift down all your thoughts
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Like fine dust through a cloth
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But there's no way out my friend
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Cause the law of nature's one that you can't bend
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
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Moth Of Many Flames
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Spock's Beard |