A flock of birds
hovering above
Just a flock of birds
That's how you think of love
And I always
Look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
Cause they fly always
Sometimes they arrive
Sometimes they are gone
They fly on
A flock of birds
Hovering above
Into smoke I'm turned and rise
Following them up
Still I always
Look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
Cause they fly away
One minute they arrive
Next you know they're gone
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Fly on oooh oohohoh
So fly on
Ride through
Maybe one day Ill fly next to you
Fly on
Ride through
Maybe one day I can fly with you
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