"There's nothing to it" and "stick to your last",
Shown of all romance their life spans.
The charm of novelty or adoring the past,
No more among the also rans.
It spread like wildfire in a day,
"And there'll be crash-land, " so they say.
Well proven patterns
So it must be vertigo,
But we will give them quite a show.
Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide,
The sky bespangled in the rain.
And we feel called upon but interests collide,
Not much to lose, a lot to gain.
Don't lose your line of sight now*
And raise the barricades somehow.
It's time to leave the lores
So blow them sky high,
In sound and fury they will fly.
We're sparing no pain, we're launching a dream.
It's blazing a trail
When the rockets will gleam.
We harness the air 'cause we let them fly,
The town had turned out under this October sky.
We harness the air and we let them fly
Under this October sky.
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