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Thundering clouds are the echoes from all of eternity |
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Down on the ground always under the power of gravity |
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But up in the sky the angles fly high away |
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At the speed of sound time will fly |
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At the speed of sound ever high |
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At the speed of sound fly with me into the sky |
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Images flash just like pictures that hang in a gallery |
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Raindrops that fall from the heavens like mystic artillery |
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But up in the sky the angels fly high away |
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At the speed of sound time will fly |
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At the speed of sound ever high |
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At the speed of sound fly with me into the sky |
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And you can hear them singing |
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Where ancient bells are ringing |
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A song that's never ending |
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High above heaven and earth |
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Under the stars you are closer to knowing the mistery |
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Speeding away from the earth just like some kind of sorcery |
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But up in the sky the angels fly high away |
