Make A Man Of You
You've grown too tall again
Somebody better clip your wings
before you fly away
You are too bold to live
Somebody better learn to give,
or learn to lose with grace
The sky knows your name now
The leaves, they fall too fast
You're dying in the grass
and I can't let this moment pass
Your breath, it reeks of ocean breezes
Your eyes have turned too blue
The sky holds no challenge for you
What strange diseases,
that make a man of you
Here is the sky's parole
Somebody's got to leave it whole
Go on and take it
The earth's too small to breath
and if you can't get free,
I know you can fake it
Your lips don't move the air
The sun comes tumbling down
You're fading into novas
and you leave me on the ground
Your face it reeks of ocean breezes
Your eyes have changed their hue
The skies hold no memory of you
What strange diseases,
that make a man of you
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