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My head is in the clouds Between the quiets and the louds It would be a fatal fall Like that concerns you at all I'll keep holding onto a star As you burn out your last cigar Suspended between the ground and sky I can't help that I was born to fly
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Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
Fly
My head is in the clouds Between the quiets and the louds It would be a fatal fall Like that concerns you at all I'll keep holding onto a star As you burn out your last cigar Suspended between the ground and sky I can't help that I was born to fly
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Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
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