Someone's shouting, boasting, "Come on now!"
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The weathervane is telling me where he is
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In the middle of this hill where I sat back
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"It'll be great if I could fly to the sky," I muttered
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Never-ending dreams and the present with an end
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The days I do not forget, the days I want to forget
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"From the desolation of losing more and more things
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I have become more carefree", am I able to laugh about it?
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I wanna fly away searching for the answer
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I have noticed, that my faults and regrets have become wings
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Throughout my body I feel the wind and spread my arms
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To the center of the sun, I could probably fly right now
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Escaping from the sad night, I can fly even further
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With this like pride and vanity
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I kick away the birdcage
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An instant's impulse is an eternity's upheaval
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When I fly away from that place, look at me!
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Soar high, sadness and happiness become my strength
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Even repeating mistakes become the light of progress
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Even with tattered wings, it's alright to fly your way
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To the center of the sun
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