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I read the atlas like a prayer
But every window shows a square
I fold the miles inside my head
Every doorway feels like lead
The clock has hands but cannot go
My desk is where the rivers flow
I count the floors, I count the signs
But my compass points to other lines
The wall is painted like a jail
But through the crack I see the sail
I'm not a bird but I can aim
The route begins without a name
The wall is painted like a jail
But through the crack I see the sail
I'll gather strength with every mile
And learn to fly in my own style
The clock has hands but cannot go
My desk is where the rivers flow
I count the floors, I count the signs
But my compass points to other lines
The wall is painted like a jail
But through the crack I see the sail
I'm not a bird but I can aim
The route begins without a name
The wall is painted like a jail
But through the crack I see the sail
I'll gather strength with every mile
And learn to fly in my own style
