First we write a short story called
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"Walking through minefields"
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Over the canyon to a great divide
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Where chimney sweepers in society
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Paint chameleon faces of mendacity
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Then we find a small garden naked to earth
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Humbled by creation, joy and mirth
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God's love from above still satisfies
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Mystify to thy own self be true
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When the python stones you
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Don't ask why, let it fly
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Don't ask why?
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Darlene's a baker at the Cozy shack
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Flamenco fusion is coming back
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She wears a bandanna like Guevera would
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Quiet revolution so misunderstood
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Bang, bang in the night daddy's gone
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King of the castle didn't dig the song
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When the butterfly changes
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Don't ask why, let it fly
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Don't ask why, let it fly
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Don't ask why, let it fly
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Let it fly
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Caprice, uncertainty, innocence
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Sticky fingers line the pocket for your last two cents
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Shed no tear or fear cause I'm here
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Believe what I want, what I want is clear
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Inspiration rush, ideas touch creativity, humanity
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Celebration, fascination, happy ending situation
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All the minefields explode
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Angels tell me
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Don't ask why, let it fly
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Don't ask why, let it fly
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Don't ask why, let it fly
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You don't ask why
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Let it fly....
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Let It Fly
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Corey Hart |