| When you look up at the sky
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| I know it makes you want to fly
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| It’s not that easy don’t you try
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| 'Cause there’s a glass ceiling lie
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| There’s a glass ceiling lie
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| And don’t look around you 'cause you might find
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| They’re following you close behind
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| They watch and listen, look and learn
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| And if you falter you will burn
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| You think you’re running far away
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| They’re getting closer every day
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| I see you walk the fine line
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| You show the sign
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| She’s got imagination working overtime
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| When she gets closer to the shore they move the line
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| Sometimes all she wants, leave it all behind
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| But she gets closer, closer to fine
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| It’s so disturbing when you can’t see the rules
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| 'Cause they change in front of you
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| Everyone else is rushing by,
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| You’re still standing still
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| When all around you fades to grey
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| You watch them turn and slip away
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| You try to follow, you slip and fall
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| You’re up against the glass wall
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| She says she’s hurting all the time
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| She’s covered in bruises, her body and her mind
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| She says she’s hurting all the time
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| But if she stops, she crashes |