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"Parody of an angel, miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason screaming after me
"You've flown far too high, boy, now you're too close to the sun
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"
But how will I know limits from lies
If I never try?
There's no promise of safety on these second-hand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
I will touch the sun or I will die trying
Die trying"
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