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Born in the whirling womb of spinning time
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so light with silver wings in freedom.
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I wish I had the roads you have to choose
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to find myself somewhere.
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Seagull How does it feel to weave all you believe
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through weightless clouds up there
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I wonder?
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Haunted by ageless men who sailed
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and lost themselves beyond the shores.
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Seagull...
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One question mark I see there in the sky,
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Won't you come down and touch my hand
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before you die?
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Try to touch everything beneath your wings then fly.., then fly...
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Seagull...
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How can you dodge my eyes through rainless skies
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then go and trick the sun above you.
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Side Two
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SEA GULL
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| Dion Dimucci |
