| I’m flying…
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| I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying,
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| flying away, I’m flying away
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| I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying,
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| I’m flying
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| I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying
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| All night long my body burned, my sheets were wet and cold
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| The lights were on, my eyes were gone
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| And any second, lose control
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| The pounding at my window is just the pounding in my head
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| I wonder who was in my room last night?
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| Who the hell was in my bed?
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| There must have been a body there, I swear I felt some flesh
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| It took a little time, but I figured they were mine
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| There were fingers going down my chest
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| My mouth went through the ceiling
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| And my body fell through the floor
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| I couldn’t find a key cause there was no hole I could see
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| And someone had moved the door!
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| The cops, the priest, the crisis line
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| No one really had a clue
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| No one could tell us who was touching me
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| Or exactly what I should do
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| My throat was dry, my hopes were high
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| But nothing really ever got said
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| About who was in my room last night
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| And who the hell was in my bed? |