( With Moonshake )
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Bowling along the street like an empty carton
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Mouthing words to music no-one else can hear
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Rolling in the gutter like a stolen hubcab
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The force field means no-one will come near
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I've got a right to fly
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And you're wrong to bring me down
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I've got my head in the clouds
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And my feet on the ground
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I've got a right to fly
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And you're wrong to bring me down
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I've got a right to fly
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Try and engage some conversation
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But people's teeth grind and hackles rise
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And then they get that glazed look in their eyes
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They press a tarnished coin into my greasy mitt
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My clothes catch the rain, the sun, the sweat
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I've got a right to fly
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And you're wrong to bring me down
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I've got my head in the clouds
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And my feet on the ground
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I've got a right to fly
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And you're wrong to bring me down
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I've got a right to fly
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One last soldier behind a shield of offense
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People attacking with curled lips and glances
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Mind grows propellers and pilots
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And retro-rockets taking off to where the alley wind dances
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I've got a right to fly
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And you're wrong to bring me down
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I've got my head in the clouds
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And my feet on the ground
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I've got a right to fly
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And you're wrong to bring me down
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I've got a right to fly
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You're wrong
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You're so wrong
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Right to fly
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| Polly Jean Harvey |
