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What a feeling it must be, To fall and tumble and fly so free. To fling yourself from a rooftop high, To call your friend and say goodbye.   And beware the man, dressed in black. Holding a gun.
  Bro, you can’t fly You don’t even have wings I’m not saying give up But please, PLEASE Stop jumping off of buildings This is not an action movie No. You can’t call “Cut”
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