Once upon a time,
in a different state of mind,
You could say that this boy
really needed you . . .
Stuck on dead end street,
Dancing to the dark ancestral beat
And you come up
with such a different point of view.

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(And you said)

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“Way beyond the edge,
Past the dark and dreary window ledge
There are many wild and wondrous things
An Irish boy can do (if he wants to) . . .
So you’d be best to take this road instead
Remember what the gipsy woman said
And you will surely find out
What the future has in store for you

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(And I said)
Take me away
‘cos I’m graduating . . .
Make it today
I’m so tired of waiting

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Soon through my very skin
signals started streaming in . . .
Songs and stories
from a far and distant land.
And they came to me turn and turn about
I only had to stretch my fingers out
For me to see
the mystery at my command

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Then one day you said,
these were only visions in my head
And I would be a fool to think
that this could be reality,
And for a while you stopped me in my tracks,
I almost made my mind up to turn back,
In case your words
Might waken all the prisoners inside of me

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(But still I said)

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Take me away,
‘cos I’m graduating . . .
Make it today,
I’m so tired of waiting

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Give this boy an inch,
this boy’ll end up with a mile
One day he might flinch –
The next day when you turn around
He’s flying!
watch him flying!

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Once he sees the light
from underneath the door
There’s no one can stop
This boy from coming back for more
He’s flying!
there’s no denying!

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