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Flying
The feathers would flutter in the wind like and angel's.
The wings would lift me off this Hell they call Earth.
and Bring me to the sky...
Let me glide high above the others.
I'd be beautiful.
I'd be a miracle.
My wings soft as satin
Soft as velvet.
I'd fly from coast to coast
Pole to Pole.
Nothing would stop me
Not even the winds of Chicago.
Not even the misiles in the places of war.
I'd never stop
Just to get away from every one else.
Adrenaline, oh the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
It's not from trouble
It's from the wind furling the feathers.
I open my eyes to the nasal ring of an alarm clock.
And oh how I wish it was from the wind flowing through my firey red hair.
The wings would lift me off this Hell they call Earth.
and Bring me to the sky...
Let me glide high above the others.
I'd be beautiful.
I'd be a miracle.
My wings soft as satin
Soft as velvet.
I'd fly from coast to coast
Pole to Pole.
Nothing would stop me
Not even the winds of Chicago.
Not even the misiles in the places of war.
I'd never stop
Just to get away from every one else.
Adrenaline, oh the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
It's not from trouble
It's from the wind furling the feathers.
I open my eyes to the nasal ring of an alarm clock.
And oh how I wish it was from the wind flowing through my firey red hair.
Published 17th Mar 2011
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