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Fly
Seventy days to cross the ocean
Seventy nights where no one's gonna hear me fall
Freddie Mercury, “I've sometimes wished
I'd never been born at all”
I remain unphotographed yea
I don't exaggerate my intelligence
I might turn a broom into a tree
But I'll never be one of them
I fly, cause there's no why in getting beaten up by
a guy who cries before he fights
I don't want em to see me like this
The way they like to kick people when their down
You said, ‘please stop worrying bout this
They stop kicking once you're down'
There's Mistaken Point, Newfoundland
There's Moonbeam, Ontari-ari-o
There are places I've never been
and always wanted to go
I fly, cause woe betide a guy who just lives to fight
Fly, love is to try and die trying
Fly, yea, that's right
Fly, yea, that's right
Try, love is to try and die trying
Coastline rising out of the ocean
Coastline rises like a pair of glowing thighs
Theres something down deep inside me says,
‘Where ya been all my life.'
Fly, turn your back, get your face in the sky
Fly, love is to try and die trying
Try, left and right, across your mind
Try, love is to try and die trying
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Try, love is to try and die trying
Try, left and right, across your mind
Fly, love is to try and die trying
Fly, turn your back, get your face in the sky
‘Where ya been all my life.'
Theres something down deep inside me says,
Coastline rises like a pair of glowing thighs
Coastline rising out of the ocean
Try, love is to try and die trying
Fly, yea, that's right
Fly, yea, that's right
Fly, love is to try and die trying
I fly, cause woe betide a guy who just lives to fight
and always wanted to go
There are places I've never been
There's Moonbeam, Ontari-ari-o
There's Mistaken Point, Newfoundland
They stop kicking once you're down'
You said, ‘please stop worrying bout this
The way they like to kick people when their down
I don't want em to see me like this
a guy who cries before he fights
I fly, cause there's no why in getting beaten up by
But I'll never be one of them
I might turn a broom into a tree
I don't exaggerate my intelligence
I remain unphotographed yea
I'd never been born at all”
Freddie Mercury, “I've sometimes wished
Seventy nights where no one's gonna hear me fall
Seventy days to cross the ocean
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