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A flock of birds hovering above

Just a flock of birds

That's how you think of love

And I al-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 al-always look up to the sky

Pray before the dawn

'Cause they fly always

One minute they arrive

Next you know they're gone

They fly on

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Fly on

Fly on

Fly on

Baby, won't you play? I'll fly next to you

Fly on

Baby, won't you play and come fly with me?

Fly on

Baby, won't you play? I'll fly next to you

Yeah, no, fly on

Baby, won't you play and come fly with me?

Fly on

Fly on

Fly on