Wish I could fly I promise not to try and touch the sky I’ll be so careful you won’t see that I am. falling The earth below is waiting for everyone to hit the ground Too many people all around are calling. They’re falling. Above the world I keep on flying, watching all my dreams From way up there they seem so near Through drops of rain you’ll hear me crying Diving with the wind Afraid the sun might burn my wings.
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