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Steal away, let’s steal a car You’ll never win a major only shooting par Step outside, feel the sun It’s only you, be you, ‘cause you’re the only one And it feels good ‘cause it feels good And it feels good Nothing lasts, nothing stays Caught in this procession of unchanging days What’s new is old, what’s old is gone You’re pushed up to the edge, so put your wingsuit on Put your wingsuit on (And it feels good ‘cause it feels good And it feels good) And gliding away, you fly where you choose There’s nothing to say and nothing to lose Steal away, paint the sky Put your wingsuit on And gliding away, you fly where you choose There’s nothing to say, and nothing to lose Time to put your wingsuit on From Letras Mania