Coyne
We are all on a boat
And the boat it floats
Across our dreams that we're learning
Though we fought and we sought
But we never truly thought
Of all our dreams that have been burning
We sleep then we wake
I look at you, you turn away
With a face so black and full of yearning
So don't you trap my golden wings
Cause my wings are golden things
Made to fly, made to cry
And made to die for you
You've got to live, live your life
Don't take out pistols and knives
Just live, live your life
And you'll be learning
You've got to live, live your life
Don't take out pistols and knives
Just live, live your life
And you'll be learning, learning, learning, learning, learning

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