When the weather is fine,
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And the clouds have gone by,
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I go up in the air,
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Waving people goodbye,
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In my flying machine,
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I go up, I go down, I go round and round
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I can race with the birds,
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I can fight with the wind,
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I can fly on my head,
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I can dance in a spin,
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In my flying machine,
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I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round,
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People on the ground,
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they gathered all around to admire,
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There's a feeling inside me
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that gives me the urge to go higher,
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Well, I know what goes up,
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Will eventually fall,
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So I won't take no chances,
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While I'm having a ball,
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In my flying machine,
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I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round and round
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Higher and higher!
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People on the ground,
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they gathered all around to admire,
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There's a feeling inside me
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that gives me the urge to go higher,aaahhh
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But I know what goes up,
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will eventually fall
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So I won't take no chances,
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While I'm having a ball,
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In my flying machine,
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I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round and round, yeah,
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Higher and higher!
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Higher and higher!
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Higher and higher!
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Flying Machine
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| Cliff Richard |
