I can’t stand to fly, I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find, the better part of me
I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane. More than some pretty face beside a train. It’s not easy to be me. Wish that I could cry, fall upon my knees. Find a way to lie about a home I’ll never see. It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive. Even heroes have the
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