I'll go low
And you'll go high
I'll sink into the ground
And you'll float up to the sky
Wings made of wax
Or wings made of stone
They either melt in the sun
Or they're too heavy to hold
From time to time
You'll reach down to help me out
But all i'll ever do
Is look up at you in doubt
Wings made of wax
Or wings made of stone
They either melt in the sun
Or they're too heavy to hold
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