Wings

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I've been up around the stratosphere at 31,000 feet
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I'm gonna fly on out of here on wings that you can't see
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If you're gonna fly high without fear, you're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere
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And you gotta learn to use those wings that you can't see

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I been shreddin' on the mountains of the moon on a weekend whim
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I been lookin' out for life on Mars, ground con- troll to Major Jim
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All these things could be yours too, if you'd just take another point of view
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Every- body's got a pair of wings that they can't see

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         Am    F              C
I've got wings that you can't see
       Am     D7    G
I have wheels on my feet
       Am   F      C    F
Way up high I feel free
         C     G         C
On these wings you can't see

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I don't need no runway, I got fuel here in my bong
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I can buzz at treetop flyer level all day long
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Now I'm lookin' down on tiny cars, tiny swimmers in the water and tiny beach bars
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And all because of these wings that you can't see

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         Am    F              C
I've got wings that you can't see
       Am     D7    G
I have wheels on my feet
       Am   F      C    F
Way up high I feel free
         C     G         C
On these wings you can't see

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Maybe if you open up your mind, you might learn some things
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God only knows what you might find, floatin' on those wings
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You can try to fly away from all your problems, I'm here to say that ain't the way to solve them
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I can only help you with wings that you can't see

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        Am    F             C
We have wings that we can't see
        Am     D7     G
We have wheels on our feet
       Am   F        C    F
Way up high we'll be free
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On these wings we can't see

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         Am    F        C
You have wings look and see
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Silver wings like Merle and me
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Come on up to Cloud nine B
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Come on take a little taste of freedom, high up in a cloudland kingdom
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Take a little trip on wings that you can't see