While the city starts to sleep
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She's watching over you
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Smoke hangs on the downtown skyline
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Moon pushes through
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But some people's on fire tonight
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Wind rushing round their feet
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Someone's gonna sleep well tonight
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Word is on the street
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So high flyer, high flyer
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Fly high tonight
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Fly angel, fly higher
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Fly here tonight
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It's a tribal thing we're seeing
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War paint on the face
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A question of territory, pride and space
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People strutting and feathers flying
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It's a sorry scene
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Someone's sleeping well tonight
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Word is on the street
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So high flyer, high flyer
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Fly high tonight
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Fly angel, fly higher
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Fly here tonight
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Brother, my brother
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Don't let me down again
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Mother oh mother
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Wipe away your tears again
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High flying bird embraced him
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Held him to her breast
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Soft feathers brushed his face
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Finally came to rest
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Gently rocking him to and fro
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He quietly went to sleep
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Someone's found a place of peace tonight
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Word is on the street
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So high flyer, high flyer
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Fly high tonight
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Fly angel, fly higher
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Fly away tonight
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High flyer, high flyer
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Fly high tonight
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Fly angel, fly higher
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Fly safe tonight
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High Flying Angel
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| Phil Collins |
