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Well I started | out |
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down a dirty | road |
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Started | out |
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all | alone |
And the sun went down, |
as I crossed the hill |
And the town lit up, |
the world got still |
I'm learning to fly, |
but I ain't got wings |
Coming down |
is the hardest thing |
Well the good ol' days, |
may not return |
And the rocks might melt |
and the sea may burn |
I'm learning to fly, |
but I ain't got wings |
Coming down |
is the hardest thing |
G | G4 | G | G4 | |
Well some say life |
will beat you down, |
break your heart, |
steal your crown |
So I've started out, |
for God knows where |
I guess I'll know |
when I get there |
I'm learning to fly, |
around the clouds, |
But what goes up |
must come down |
G | G4 | G | G4 | |
I'm learning to fly, |
but I ain't got wings |
Coming down |
is the hardest thing |
I'm learning to fly, |
around the clouds, |
But what goes up |
must come down |
I'm learning to fly, .... |