The eagle flies above the cloud,
Thinking it'll escape the rain
No matter how much it pours down,
It escapes the drenching tears and stain
But you cannot out-think, out-run, out-fly,
Some things are just not meant to be,
From the darkest corners cannot escape,
The sweetest pull of destiny
Thinking it'll escape the rain
No matter how much it pours down,
It escapes the drenching tears and stain
But you cannot out-think, out-run, out-fly,
Some things are just not meant to be,
From the darkest corners cannot escape,
The sweetest pull of destiny
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