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I want to help, I really do But I don’t like the thought of dying. Anxiety keeps me on the ground Instead of up there flying. So raise a glass to all those people Who could do what I could never. By their constant and certain efforts They make the world much better. Everyone says I should just try But I know that I would fail. And even if I did agree For my health I’d have to bail. So raise a glass to all those people Who could do what I could never. Like the astronauts in space who quite Possibly could stay there forever. Raise a glass to all those people Who could do what I could never. Like the people who study volcanoes Who could rest there forever.
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
So Raise A Glass
I want to help, I really do But I don’t like the thought of dying. Anxiety keeps me on the ground Instead of up there flying. So raise a glass to all those people Who could do what I could never. By their constant and certain efforts They make the world much better. Everyone says I should just try But I know that I would fail. And even if I did agree For my health I’d have to bail. So raise a glass to all those people Who could do what I could never. Like the astronauts in space who quite Possibly could stay there forever. Raise a glass to all those people Who could do what I could never. Like the people who study volcanoes Who could rest there forever.
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
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