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In a moment of weakness |
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I embodied the sickness |
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And when everyone winds me up |
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I just can't wind down |
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And the April rain soaks my jokes to a pulp |
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The sun makes my eyes burn |
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And it must be my turn |
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To fly with the birds this time |
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Saturday's nation is rife with anticipation |
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Of the ticket that buys you out of the real world |
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But I don't mind the rain ' |
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Cause I was born on an aeroplane |
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Balloon ride over landslides |
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It's April, |
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I'm 18 And flying with the birds in a dream |
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Make an electric connection as lightning strikes |
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Angels' wings not once but twice |
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Point blank refusal, the earth moves |
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I turn her head |
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Plant life gone wild over |
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British monuments |
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Something is burning |
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Somebody's learning |
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To fly with the birds tonight |
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Solomon flies tonight |
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Cape to coast, wings in full flight |
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He's flying home with the birds tonight |
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In a moment of weakness |
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I embodied the sickness |
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And I just can't wind down |
