the high flying bird flies above
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you cannot see him from the earth
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he sees as he flies
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and knows as he sees
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the masses below
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there's trouble below
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this high flying bird has no sense of time
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for a thousand years he's climbing the skies
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his brothers have burned
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flown too close to the sun
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but higher and higher
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this white bird flies
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this white bird flies
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i feel you in my sleep
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when the suns down
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and the world sleeps below
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you call across endless oceans
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i hear you and want to fly too
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there's no turning back as blue becomes black
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the air becomes thin this flight begins
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but the bird can still breathe
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brighter than before
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on celestial wing
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this bird can now sing
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this bird can now sing
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i feel you in my sleep
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when the suns down
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and the world sleeps below
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you call across endless oceans
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i hear you and want to fly to
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[repeat]
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High Flying Bird
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