Who the hell Cleaned the dust on my wing?
Now I’m so afraid to fly that I don’t even try
Who the hell Said we should follow our dreams?
Now I’m so annoyed by that, that I forgot to live
How to see under the Surface?
Why’d we want that anyway?
Need a medicine to eliminate doubts
Please hand me that preacher on the third shelf
Live shallow and hollow
The perfect advice
Live prosper and long
Enough to die
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