All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry.
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All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She's getting ready to fly.
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Fly away, fly away, fly away.
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Life in the city can make you crazy for sounds of the sand and the sea.
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Life in a high-rise can make you hungry for things that you can't even see.
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Fly away, fly away, fly away.
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In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she,
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there's nowhere to go and there's nowhere that she'd rather be.
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She's looking for lovers and children playing, she's looking for signs of the spring.
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She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing, she listens for any old thing.
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Fly away, fly away, fly away.
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In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she,
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there's nowhere to go and there's nowhere that she'd rather be.
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All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry.
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All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She's getting ready to fly.
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Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away.
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Where are my days, where are my nights? Where is the Spring? I wanna fly, I wanna fly:
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Fly Away
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| John Denver |
