Learning to Fly Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched out to the point of no turn

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Learning to Fly Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched out to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a wind swept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction holding me fast, how Can I escape this irresistable grasp Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Ice is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything No navigator to guide my way home Unladened, empty and turned to stone A soul in tension that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Above the planet on a wing and a prayer No grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air Across the clouds I see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night There's no sensation to compare with this Suspended animation, a state of bliss Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I MOMENTARY LAPSE OF REASON - Pink Floyd

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