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| Silver Wings |
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| Jack Sparks 1977 |
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Into the yellow haze of the sun,
I watch the smoky clouds as they run- away,
with you behind, plastic world below,
I ride these wings that know which way to go
which way to go
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And these silver wings know which way to go,
I don't really, why don't I know?
Which way to go?
which way to go?
Under my seat I carry a dream
A dream so real, now don't it seem
funny that they can't see it
I'm on my own- this time it's for real,
and I know, no, I can feel
I'm gonna fly...
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