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Flying Home |
Show me a sunrise coming up slowly, paint me a mountain blue. Show me a river dancing with sunlight, things that remind me of you. Then baby I'm flying home back to your loving arms. Then baby I'm flying home back to the world where I'm from yea, where I'm from yea. This desert is lonely, the nights are so cold, the voices I hear are strange. The fear in the darkness sometimes overwhelms me till all that I have is thinking of you. Then baby I'm flying home back to your loving arms. Then baby I'm flying home back to the world, back to the world, where I'm from yea, where I'm from yea. There's gotta be someway out of here to get back home. There's gotta be someway out of here to get back home to you. Then baby I'm flying home back to your loving arms. Then baby I'm flying home back to the world, back to the world, back to the world, where I'm from, where I'm from. I'm flying home…… |
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