When the eagle flies you'd better watch your eyes
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He's gonna sweep everything in his path
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And when the heavens cry it's gonna drown the sky
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And you'll get caught in the aftermath
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When the mountains move it's no good trying
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To prove that you've been doing everything you can
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And don't you start to cry when you're about to die
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You gotta stand up and take it like a man
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Because you've been taking instead of giving
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And all the while you've been living lies
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Economics, all your atomics
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Ain't gonna save you from that bird in the sky
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And when the good times roll wrapped up in your mink coat
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You will be stepping from your Cadillac
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You will be stepping from your Cadillac
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And in a micro flash you're gonna feel the lash
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Of big eagle's wing across your back
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And when the seas subside you'll see him glide right out of view
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In clouds of snow the rains will come
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And wash away the scum so that all the little flowers can grow
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There'll be no more taking, only giving
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And the sun pouring down
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No economics and no atomics
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Just the spread of Mother Nature's gown
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Do you hear me, Mother Nature? ...
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When the Eagle Flies
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Steve Winwood |