My eyes are sore, my body weak
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My throat is dry, I cannot speak, my words are dead
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Falling like feathers to the floor
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Falling like feathers to the floor, ah
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You gave me things I'd never seen
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You made my life a waking dream but we are dead
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Falling like ashes to the floor
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Falling like ashes to the floor, ah
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Definitions confine thoughts, they are a myth
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Words are clumsy, language doesn't fit
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But we know there's no limit to thought
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We know there's no limits
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Now it's your turn to see me rise
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You burned your wings, now watch me fly above your head
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Looking down I see you far below
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Looking up you see my spirit glow, ah
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Seagull
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Ride |