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A swing and a miss,
But no
Hey batter batter!

In the background you can fight
Metal into joints
One for each shoulder

Better an enemy you can see
Than a friend at your back

On the floor
Staring up
How high can you fly?
Soar above the sky
Miles high

There's a swing
But no miss
Strike one, two, three
You're out

Runway lines down your arms
Feathered blades to shield you

There are no cliffs in a city
Standing on top
Of swing sets and slides
Only to go home and practice flying

Hey batter batter
Hey

They smiles at your face
Teeth bared like dogs
Fingers itch like claws

There are no cliffs in a city
But height doesn't matter
When your wings won't catch the wind



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