I am sick of where we are.
Time to start our lives anew.
Pack our things up in the car
Time to cop a new world view.

Time to choose another name
Where do you want to be from?
Play the new persona game.
Who do you want to become?

You and I, we can fly.
But we'll never touch the sky.
Every lie we supply
We'll eventually deny.

I'm gonna be a doctor now.
Don't laugh, I'm sure I'll learn.
I like a challenge anyhow.
I'll be the smart one--it's my turn

Our I.D. is burning bright.
The old persona dying.
But the new I.D.'s alright.
And I see the ink is drying.

You and I, we can fly.
But we'll never touch the sky.
Every lie we supply
We'll eventually deny.

You can go, but I will stay.
No, I haven't gone insane.
I enjoy my life this way.
Though our parting brings me pain.

There are tales yet to be spun.
There are vistas yet to see.
But no longer will I run.
Can't get away from me.

You and I, we can fly.
But we'll never touch the sky.
Every lie we supply
We'll eventually deny.
No more, say I.

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