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What does it take to set the soul on fire Fear is not having what that soul desires There is a method that many have mastered Through some kind of mental magic or simple trial Some must toil and some most fold In order to keep that soul in an effortless hold Others choose avoidance or torturous means And keep the soul afloat in a flaming dream Tormented by the riddle some lay awake at night As if waiting by the gate to take the next flight But Canceled again. On the ground they stay Cause unknown. Further delays. Watch the jet go back to the empty hangar To be tinkered with before risking disaster Piece by piece It's taken apart To find out why the engines won't start
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
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What does it take to set the soul on fire Fear is not having what that soul desires There is a method that many have mastered Through some kind of mental magic or simple trial Some must toil and some most fold In order to keep that soul in an effortless hold Others choose avoidance or torturous means And keep the soul afloat in a flaming dream Tormented by the riddle some lay awake at night As if waiting by the gate to take the next flight But Canceled again. On the ground they stay Cause unknown. Further delays. Watch the jet go back to the empty hangar To be tinkered with before risking disaster Piece by piece It's taken apart To find out why the engines won't start
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
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