I used to be making future plans
As I would
dance
At your funeral that's me
The
superman I always wanted to be
Pretending
blindness
I didn't want to find this
Something I left behind
But always with
me
Somehow protecting me
Somehow
trying to convince
This blind man to see
Blindside
What am I going to
say
When you come my way
What am I
going to do
When you come through
Past present
How on earth did my
lifestyle
Become this pleasant
Basically I'm this kite
Flying around in
this great big night
Birdman feeling free
But my strings attached to the man below me
If birdman wanted to fly on his own
He
would be a slave to the storm
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