man can’t fly
awake in the city | a black cloud above me | perfection of progress | a woman who loved me.
i filled up my lungs with | the air of tomorrow. | and coughing and choking | and swimming in sorrow…
and baby it’s alright | man ain’t never gonna fly away.
i kick start my conscience | with rumors of lightning | it comes in the nighttime | the visions are frightening
and i in this twilight | like daddy before me | see death on the corner | but they still ignore me…
and baby it’s alright | man ain’t never gonna…
feel the air | heavy wings gonna drag and you fall back down |
and in the moment you feel good its understood
you wish you could…
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