Intro: F  C  Am  G  (×4)

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Well, I started out,
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down a dirty road.
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Started out,
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all alone.

And the sun went down,
as I crossed the hill.
And the town lit up,
the world got still.

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I'm learning to fly,
but I ain't got wings.
Coming down,
is the hardest thing.

Well the "Good old days"
may not return.
And the rocks might melt,
and the sea may burn.

I'm learning to fly, (learning to fly)
but I ain't got wings. (learning to fly)
Coming down, (learning to fly)
is the hardest thing. (learning to fly)

G  G

F  C  Am  G  (jam)

Well, some say life,
will beat you down.
Break your heart,
steal your crown.

So I started out,
for God knows where.
I guess I'll know,
when I get there.

I'm learning to fly,
Around the clouds,
What goes up, (learning to fly)
Must come down.

G  G

F  C  Am  G  (hits x2)

I'm learning to fly, (learning to fly)
But I ain't got wings.
Coming down,
Is the hardest thing.

I'm learning to fly, (learning to fly)
Around the clouds,
What goes up, (learning to fly)
Must come down.

I'm learning to fly, (learning to fly)
                               (learning to fly)
I'm learning to fly, (learning to fly)
                                (learning to fly)  (×2 more)