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Soaring through the clouds,

On a time bending feather,

Wearing those old boots,

That you always thought were leather…

Happy to be gone,

From your previous destination,

Absolutely lost,

With an eerie misdirection…

Landing is for fools…

On a mission with no clues…

Landing is for fools

Who don’t quite get it yet…

You’re anxiety awakes…

As you walk into that place…

With no concern for time…

Or that other thing called space….

Waiting for your call…

You’re sitting by the bar…

All you see on television…

Is sadness, sex and war….

Landing is for fools…

On a mission with no clues…

Landing is for fools…

Who don’t quite get it yet….

You gotta keep on flying…

Till you lose your fear of dying…

Racking all the miles…

That you’ve been multiplying…

Nonetheless you get your kicks,

As the shining lights are getting dimmed,

Now you know that it’s your turn,

To plunge into the deep…

Landing is for fools…

On a Mission with no clues…

Landing is for fools…

Who don’t quite get it yet…

Landing is for fools….

On a Mission with no clues…

Landing is for fools….

Who don’t quite get it yet…


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