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The heavens won’t open for us
We gotta make our own wings
Rummage round through the junk
Looking for paper and string

Leonardo is building
Rising up to the droan
And all the time we are dreaming
Of our rotten throan
The chair is smothered in velvet
Somewhat crusty and gold
But its seen better days
Its looking weathered and old
All the wood has been eaten
Through years of neglect
But we haven’t been beaten
Not just yet

The heavens won’t open for us
We’ve got to make our own wings
Out of Paper and String
The heavens won’t open for us
We’ve got to make our own wings
Out of Paper and String
The heavens won’t open for us
So we try out our wings
We are resting our souls
On some paper and string

Now we shake off the dust
And we breathe in the sky
The wings are now beating
Our blood is not shy
We can see the crimson gate
It feels cold to touch
As we reach for the blaze
We die in the rush

The heavens won’t open for us
We’ve got to make our own wings
Out of Paper and String
The heavens won’t open for us
We’ve got to make our own wings
Out of Paper and String

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