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In the world that you are looking down on Infinitely smaller than a match box People rushing past like automaton And counting money with empty hearts You don't understand the meaning of this 'Cause you own your own sky; you can hover You've seen the forest made of all the clouds The scent of sunsets never felt before You know the names of tiny flowers And the songs that were sung by old vagabonds These are all more meaningful to you 'Cause you own your own sky; that you fly to Fly away my friend; from the shabby, wasting place called the earth Hey, you don't come down, there's not any place where you can rest your wings Fly away my friend; from the shabby, wasting place called the earth Hey, you don't come down, there's not any way that you can rest your soul One day I saw you still upon the ground With broken wings and looking for help Waiting to count on anybody But you knew well there is no-one here who cares You cried needing solace so much 'Cause the sky was much too far to go back(to) Fly away my friend; from the shabby, wasting place called the earth Hey, you don't come down, there's not any place where you can rest your wings In the most beautiful sunlight Glide into the silky air Freely riding on the gentle wind That's how only you could be Fly away my friend; from the shabby, wasting place called the earth Hey, you don't come down, there's not any way that you can rest your soul If you have to go, to be buried, or to escape Go to the island, with peace, without any one of us Take the deepest breath and rest with fully-opened heart Under the myrtle and cool shade of the trees It'll be alright, with peace, and without any one of us