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Seagull, you fly across the horizon |
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Into the misty morning sun |
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Nobody asks you where you are going, |
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Nobody knows where you're from |
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Here is a man asking the question |
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Is this really the end of the world? |
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Seagull, you must have known for a long time |
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The shape of things to come |
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Now you fly, through the sky, never asking why, |
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And you fly all around till somebody shoots you down |
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Da da da da da da da down. |
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Mm mm mm mm, mm mm. |
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Seagull, you fly, across the horizon, |
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Into the misty morning sun. |
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Nobody asks you where you are going, |
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Nobody knows where you are from, |
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Now you fly through the sky, never asking why, |
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And you fly all around till somebody, yeah, |
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Shoots you down. Mm mm, yeah. |
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Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away. |
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And you fly away today |
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And you fly away tomorrow |
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And you fly away, leave me to |
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My sorrow. |
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Mm, mm, mm. |
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Seagull go and fly, mm, mm, mm, |
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Fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow, fly. |
