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There's No Way in Knowing


There's no way in knowing

How this is going to end

So just close your eyes

And just pretend

That you're a bird

Flying through the sky

No worries-

Cause you have hollow bones to let you fly

But what's going to happen

When you're done seeing the world

And it wasn't worth it

When you don't remember where you came form

So you try to fly back home

But it's too late

It's already gone

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