twenty years ago i rode
by helicopter to the sky
i laughed at gravitation
for a moment i was free
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they say i never landed
you know they may be right
it looks better from above
with some distance in between
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to leave is never easy
perhaps it shouldn't be
but return is even harder
yes return is harder still
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i often dream of flying
far above the city streets
i beat my wings and leave
for cairo or new york
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i can go to many places
but there's no one there to meet
and the sky is a lonely place
just me and the silent clouds