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Hey baby, baby, bring your love to me |
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Repeats the radio relentlessly |
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All day I dream a dream where feelings flee |
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In free formation |
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The sweetest sound reflects in saddened eyes |
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Defies description and identifies |
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The heart that hungers for the sudden skies |
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The souls migration |
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How sweet to fly, to touch the sky |
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To feel in the flow like the one who glides there |
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I feel we flew, we never knew |
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But to know is to go when your heart resides there |
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I take a winter coat and walk the square |
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The people gather and the birds they scare |
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Concrete and clay conspire to cage me there |
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Among the lost boys |
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Down in the streets I see the trees grow bare |
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Broken and battered in the thinning air |
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The birds are scattered and my footsteps there |
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I long for lost joy |
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How sweet to fly, to touch the sky |
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To feel in the flow like the one who glides there |
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I feel we flew, we never knew |
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But to know is to go when your heart resides there |
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How sweet to fly, to touch the sky |
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To feel in the flow like the one who glides there |
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I feel we flew, we never knew |
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But to know is to go when your heart resides there |
