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Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flyingI thought I'd spend my whole life trying,For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be foundCrying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,I thought I'd always dream of dyingFor crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the groundOh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning roundSighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighingI thought I'd always be there crying,For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all aroundAnd trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,I thought I could stop myself from lying,For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is roundOh Flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, Crying, oh oh, Sighing, oh oh,Trying, oh oh, and Dying, oh oh,For Dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,Yes it is... From Letras Mania