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High flying bird I dont hear the last for me |
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High flying bird I dont know the rest of it |
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Into the dark where electic wings spark you into life, |
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Sketches of night, A first to fade away, |
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stretches of light, growings to grid the day, |
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into the waves where submarine slaves kiss you into life, |
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flying over the mountains of lust, |
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blowing over the weddings of dust, |
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into the dark where electric wings spark you into life, |
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high flying bird,I dont hear the rest for me |
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high flying bird the skies where I need to be, |
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into the grin where electric eyes spin you into life, |
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sounds of the day smash themselves into dreams, |
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somewhere i lay are tears running down my beams |
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into the sun where the silver wings run them selves into ground... |
