Tác giả : Blues Traveler
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Music: chan kinchla 
Lyrics: john popper 
 
 
I remember hearing a story 
About a girl who wanted to fly 
Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles 
Well perhaps it won't apply 
It seems she'd flap her arms every day and every night 
As hard and as long as she could 
She knew her dream needed all the love she could give it 
For it to do her any good 
 
One night her heart spoke in a dream 
It told her if you really love this believe, because 
 
It takes the guiltiest of eyes 
To condemn the man who dies 
It takes a thousand of his best spies 
To expose as many lies 
It could take weeks for me to say 
How it'll take forever to go away 
And it takes everything you have 
Everything to be in love 
 
Well across the street there lived a little boy 
Sad disfigured child with two humps on his back 
Pitiful autistic little mess in a wheelchair 
The other kids all named him lack 
But lack started to take an interest 
In that girl across the way 
He'd watch in amazement from his window 
While she flapped her arms 
And that's how they'd spend their days 
She'd soon inspire him to stand 
That girl everyone called featherhead 
Made him clearly understand 
That 
 
It takes the guiltiest of eyes 
To condemn the man who dies 
It takes a thousand of his best spies 
To expose as many lies 
It could take weeks for me to say 
How it'll take forever to go away 
And it takes everything you have 
Everything to be in love 
 
Soon lack could walk and talk and hide his humps 
And people realized how clever he could be 
Feather still dreaming about the skies 
Unaware of how in love lack was with she 
One day she quit flapping her arms at last 
Convinced that she'd accomplished nothing at all 
When lack heard this he ran, not walked to her house 
And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let rome fall 
 
He said "everything i am now is for and because of you 
You see i understand your secret and i swear to god it's all true" 
 
It takes the guiltiest of eyes 
To condemn the man who dies 
It takes a thousand of his best spies 
To finally realize 
That it takes the strength of samson's hair 
To enter if you dare 
And it takes icarus in flight 
To provoke the gods to fight 
It could take weeks for me to say 
And it'll take forever to go away 
And it takes everything you have 
Everything to be in love 
 
Well time wears on, and soon featherhead and lack had to grow up 
Featherhead didn't quit and would be finishing flight school soon 
She works for nasa exploring space 
Flying regularly to jupiter's seventh moon 
Lack defying all laws of gravity and otherwise flew away 
You see those humps on his back grew into great big gossamer wings 
He changed his name to luck because he had so much 
He still flies where he's needed, doing all sorts of nifty and amazing things 
From time to time they meet up in the sky to celebrate 
Tax dollars and miracles can let the weirdest people date 
 
It takes the guiltiest of eyes 
To condemn the man who dies 
It takes a thousand of his best spies 
To expose as many lies 
It could take weeks for me to say 
How it'll take forever to go away 
And it takes everything you have 
Everything to be in love 
 
I remember hearing a story...