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I know I should feel welcome here way up in the atmosphere, but I am afraid And if I land on Earth again, I'll be happy just to cut my face while I shave Now the sky is floating by, but I am not a cloud And I've decided I was not designed to fly After all, I'm only sand to irritate the oyster and to wait for a pearl And even though I must concede greatness has eluded me, I'd still miss the world Ooh, and I would have regrets were I to pirouette inside a metal jet Ooh, and I am not prepared to sprout a pair of wings and fly From Letras Mania