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The high flying bird, flies above |
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You cannot see him from the earth |
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He sees as he flies and knows as he sees |
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The masses below, there's trouble below |
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This high flying bird, has no sense of time |
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For a thousand years he's climbing the skies |
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His brothers have burned, flown too close to the sun |
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But higher and higher, this white bird flies |
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This white bird flies, yeah yeah yeah |
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I feel you in my sleep |
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When the suns down and the world sleeps below |
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You call across endless oceans |
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I hear you and want to fly too |
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There's no turning back as blue becomes black |
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The air becomes thin, this flight begins |
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But the bird can still breathe, brighter than before |
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On celestial wing, this bird can now sing |
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This bird can now sing, yeah yeah yeah |
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I feel you in my sleep |
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When the suns down and the world sleeps below |
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You call across endless oceans |
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I hear you and want to fly too |
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I feel you in my sleep |
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When the suns down and the world sleeps below |
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You call across endless oceans |
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I hear you and want to fly too |
