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Young Icarus flew at night for years He flew and flew and flew Over the maze he was born into He flew and flew and flew Until he reached morning It was a cold, cold seed And we crawled out of the water As obsessed with evolution as ever From a hill behind a gas station in Scranton I could see the old ways stitching out in their graves And I thought but I didn't say "Woman, ain't it glorious? Without a past there'd be no one here but us Lonely as Adam and Eve" So I left Eden with a song up my sleeve Well, the past has always lied to me The past never gave me anything but the blues Oh, what's a hot poor boy to do? Empty the nest for the cuckoos And wander, wander, wander From Letras Mania