Music: Chan Kinchla
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Lyrics: John Popper
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I remember hearing a story
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About a girl who wanted to fly
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Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles
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Well perhaps it won't apply
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It seems she'd flap her arms every day and every night
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As hard and as long as she could
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She knew her dream needed all the love she could give it
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For it to do her any good
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One night her heart spoke in a dream
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It told her if you really love this believe, because
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It takes the guiltiest of eyes
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To condemn the man who dies
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It takes a thousand of his best spies
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To expose as many lies
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It could take weeks for me to say
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How it'll take forever to go away
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And it takes everything you have
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Everything to be in love
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Well across the street there lived a little boy
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Sad disfigured child with two humps on his back
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Pitiful autistic little mess in a wheelchair
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The other kids all named him Lack
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But Lack started to take an interest
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In that girl across the way
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He'd watch in amazement from his window
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While she flapped her arms
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And that's how they'd spend their days
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She'd soon inspire him to stand
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That girl everyone called Featherhead
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Made him clearly understand
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That
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It takes the guiltiest of eyes
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To condemn the man who dies
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It takes a thousand of his best spies
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To expose as many lies
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It could take weeks for me to say
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How it'll take forever to go away
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And it takes everything you have
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Everything to be in love
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Soon Lack could walk and talk and hide his humps
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And people realized how clever he could be
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Feather still dreaming about the skies
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Unaware of how in love Lack was with she
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One day she quit flapping her arms at last
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Convinced that she'd accomplished nothing at all
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When Lack heard this he ran, not walked to her house
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And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let Rome fall
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He said "Everything I am now is for and because of you
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You see I understand your secret and I swear to God it's all true"
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It takes the guiltiest of eyes
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To condemn the man who dies
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It takes a thousand of his best spies
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To finally realize
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That it takes the strength of Samson's hair
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To enter if you dare
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And it takes Icarus in flight
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To provoke the gods to fight
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It could take weeks for me to say
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And it'll take forever to go away
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And it takes everything you have
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Everything to be in love
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Well time wears on, and soon Featherhead and Lack had to grow up
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Featherhead didn't quit and would be finishing flight school soon
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She works for NASA exploring space
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Flying regularly to Jupiter's seventh moon
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Lack defying all laws of gravity and otherwise flew away
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You see those humps on his back grew into great big gossamer wings
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He changed his name to Luck because he had so much
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He still flies where he's needed, doing all sorts of nifty and amazing things
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From time to time they meet up in the sky to celebrate
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Tax dollars and miracles can let the weirdest people date
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It takes the guiltiest of eyes
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To condemn the man who dies
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It takes a thousand of his best spies
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To expose as many lies
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It could take weeks for me to say
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How it'll take forever to go away
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And it takes everything you have
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Everything to be in love
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I remember hearing a story...
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The Poignant & Epic Saga Of Featherhead And Lucky Lack
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| Blues Traveler |
