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Rare Bird - Flight - Текст песни

Wachting, wondering as your mind flies by
Drop your feet down to the ground
Better try
Now's the time to free your mind
Fly, Fly, Fly

Hold your head up to the sky, fly high
See the heaven's open doors fly by
Angles hold you near
Now your path is clear
God has cast no fear
Mind Fly By

Cast yourself and sail into the sun
You've had your fun
Cast yourself and sail into the sun
You've had your fun
Now your time is come
Now your time is come
Now your time is come
Now your time is come

Man in the street in a long black coat
Short black cat who looks like a goat
Chances are he's one of the few
Looks no different from me and you
New Yorker, New Yorker

There's an evil little man
With a gun in his hand
Somebody said you know he plays for a band
What's he doin' in Central Park
You Know, after dark
He's lunar, he's the anchor
He's the head hot shark
Head hot shark, head hot shark
Head hot shark, head hot shark

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