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Ain't no talkin to this man

Ain't no pretty other side

Ain't no way to understand, the stupid words of pride

It would take an acrobat, and I already tried all that

I'm gonna let him fly

Things can move at such a pace

The second hand just waved goodbye

You know the light has left his face

But you can't recall just when or why

So there was really nothing to it

I just went and cut right through it

I'm gonna let him fly

There's no mercy in a live wire

No rest at all in freedom

Choices we are givin

It's no choice at all

The proof is in the fire

You touch before it moves away

But you must always know

How long to stay, and when to go

There ain't no talkin to this man

He's been trying to tell me so

It took a while to understand

The beauty of just letting go

'Cause it would take an acrobat and I already tried all that

I'm gonna let him fly