I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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Sitting on top of the setting sun
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Trying to capture at age twenty-one
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? beauty's only skin deep
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But love likes to sail when I exhale my lungs.
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Fine wines, good times...
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To try to be an angel's pantomime
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That's the ticket but a different definition than the soul defines
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Does "X" mark spot on a single heart
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When it's borne the billion's of Cupid's darts?
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To try to spread love to the multitude...
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But then there's the few that tears things apart.
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Moonbeams condition my dreams
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To its current shades of purple and green.
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I'm convinced that my aura has the same glow,
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And this produces my affection toward rainbows.
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Wondering why...
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Why only my eyes embrace you?
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As if I was blind, I persist to chase you.
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Through my window I'm watching you smile at me.
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And I live for the times when you profile for me.
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The breeze, the wind...
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It fluctuates my adrenaline.
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See, it's an ode to the fact you've put your colors on.
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Now all I've got to do is tell you it's wrong,
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And counteract my tears with a grin.
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To balance your feelings in a mind that spins
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Is to serenade a rainbow,
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While riding on the tail of the wind.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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I think I want to fly away.
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Loving you is easy cause your beautiful.
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I don't think so. I think that that's a lot of bull.
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My heart and soul are completely taken over.
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I'm sick from one of those love hangovers.
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I watch the comedy called intellect
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Which wraps the nooses around our necks.
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It seems the unreal is becoming more real.
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They've taken me down to strawberry fields.
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Leave me at the tip of Orion's nose,
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And play me a song that your heart composed.
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Why you can blow me away and I can still see blue,
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Agape compels me to love you.
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Break me down until you see the sun.
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I look at you and smile and you ask, "How come?"
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Father, I talk to you for peace of mind.
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? goes home that makes me blind.
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It's like a fairy tale from the Brothers Grimm.
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That fall love in love on the slightest whim
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Is to serenade a rainbow,
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While riding on the tail of the wind.
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I think I want to fly away.
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To Serenade a Rainbow
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PM Dawn |