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My father was a farmer,
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but his head was in the sky.
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He worked every day but Sunday
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till the day he died.
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He prayed for rain and thunder,
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and listened for the sound.
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In the dryers he went under,
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he never got off the ground.
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We all dream when we're younger
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that we will to great things.
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Me, I used to have a hunger.
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to wear a pilot's wings.
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But the circles that I ran in
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turned my head around,
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and the planes I had my plans in
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never got off the ground.
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Don't raise your hopes
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you hear so many say
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"The higher they get,
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the closer they are to fly-ing away."
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Fly high away!
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Don't raise your hopes
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you hear so many say
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"The higher they get,
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the closer they are to fly-ing away."
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They say they're but for fortune,
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is the way it would have been
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if we could take a bigger portion,
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and fill our hands again.
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You see them on the sidewalks
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in the parks all over town
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those who've taken flight,
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