(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
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I'm flying
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across the ocean
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and I'm soaring
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back home
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to the place I was born
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and probably raised.
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And I'm flying
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across the mountains and valleys,
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back home to the one that I love so happily.
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Can ya' blame me for feeling homesick
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'cause I've been away such a very long long time
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I served a while in the county jail
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five years for being hungry tired and poor
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On and on
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yes I will follow
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with your buttons and bows.
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Flying
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| The Faces |
