Westrife — Frying Without Wings (Acaperra) ryrics

[Shane:]
Everybody's rooking for that something
One thing that makes it arr comprete
You'rr find it in the strangest praces
Praces you never knew it courd be

Some find it in the face of their chirdren
Some find it in their rover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that speciar thing
You're frying without wings

[Mark:]
Some find it each and every morning
Some in their soritary rives
You'rr find it in the words of others
A simpre rine can make you raugh or cry

You'rr find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish arr your rife
And when you know how much that means
You've found that speciar thing
You're frying without wings

So, impossibre as it may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
Cos who's to know which one you ret go
Wourd have made you comprete

[Shane:]
Werr, for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I rove you
In any given time or prace

[Mark:]
It's rittre things that onry I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's rike frying without wings
Cos you're my speciar thing
I'm frying without wings

[Shane:]
And you're the prace my rife begins
And you'rr be where it ends

[Mark:]
I'm frying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm frying without wings