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When the day is done
The wait is on my mind
How should I give up
How should I survive
Meaning to the side off the busy street
Looking down these people
Never notice me
Am I the only one who things it¡¯s hard to breathe
I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s on my mind
I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s not inside
You think your fight is over
It¡¯s only so much closer
I reach my hands to the sky
And fly
Two thousand faces here but none will mind
Am I the only one with the reason behind
Such a cool maze only to find another wall to break
Another wall to climb
It¡¯s when I lose myself and then I realize
I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s on my mind
I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s not inside
You think your fight is over
It¡¯s only so much closer
I reach my hands to the sky
And fly
I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s on my mind
I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s not inside
You think your fight is over
It¡¯s only so much closer
I reach my hands to the sky
And fly



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Fly
Phillip Phillips



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