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Fly away, fly away ooh, fly away ooh |
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Yes, yes |
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All of her days have gone soft and cloudy |
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All of her dreams have gone dry |
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All of her nights have gone sad and shady |
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She's getting ready to fly |
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Fly away, fly away, fly away |
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Life in the city can make you crazy |
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For sounds of the sand and the sea |
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Life in a high-rise can make you hungry |
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For things that you can't even see |
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Fly away, fly away, fly away |
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In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she |
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There's nowhere to go, there's nowhere that she'd rather be |
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She's looking for lovers and children playing |
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She's looking for signs of the spring |
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She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing |
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She listens for any old thing |
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Fly away, fly away, fly away |
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In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she |
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There's nowhere to go, there's nowhere that she'd rather be |
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All of her days have gone soft and cloudy |
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All of her dreams have gone dry |
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All of her nights have gone sad and shady |
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She's getting ready to fly |
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Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away |
