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Father, we fled your house of grey. |
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We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow. |
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Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world. |
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She has an appetite for boys and girls and she’s hungry for your soul. |
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Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky. |
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Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly. |
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Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky. |
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Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings, |
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Always keep them by your side. |
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Remember before you fly you’ll fall, before you walk you’ll crawl. |
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Before you fly you’ll fall, before you walk you’ll crawl. |
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You’ve no need to stitch your shadow to your heels. |
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No, not this time. |
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Son you’ll walk with no whisper, no sound. |
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Only the feet of the heavy hearted are held to the ground. |
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You’ve no need to draw the curtains son, throw them wide. |
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Cross the borders between the never and the night. |
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Find the twinkle in your smile, chase it on ‘til morning, |
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Past the second star to the right. |
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Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky. |
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Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly. |
| [02:16.46] |
Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky. |
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Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings, |
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Always keep them by your side. |
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We’ll be the smoke curling on the still. |
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The airship captains; we wait for sun to brush the hills. |
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Son, I share your windward dreams, |
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To soar from this little town of shacked up windows and swinging doors. |
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The rafters creak and the floorboards groan |
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While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes. |
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There’s nothing left for us but altitude. |
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We’ll be the kings of the air. |
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There’s nothing left for us but altitude. |
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We’ll be the kings of the air. |
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Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors. |
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Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze. |
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Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors. |
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Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze. |
