| Maybe you’re down to earth
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| But she gonna own the sky
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| She keeps you on alert
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| Every time it gets too high
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| Out of tune with an attitude
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| Wears you out like Cool Hand Luke
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| Baby, you’re down to earth
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| She gonna own the sky
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| Boy, you better hold those strings
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| 'Cause she’s gonna fly away
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| Better get a tighter grip
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| She wasn’t born to stay
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| Holding on white knuckle
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| If you let her go, she trouble
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| Boy, you better hold those strings
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| 'Cause she’s gonna fly away
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| Fly away
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| She got a strasophere
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| But she ain’t got direction
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| Watch out, she’ll disappear
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| If you can’t keep full attention
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| If you got to keep her steady
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| She’ll blow off like you’re cheap confetti
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| She got a strasophere, but she ain’t got direction, no
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| Boy, you better hold those strings
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| 'Cause she’s gonna fly away (Fly away)
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| Better get a tighter grip
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| She wasn’t born to stay (Born to stay)
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| Holding on white knuckle
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| If you let her go, she trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
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| Boy, you better hold those strings
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| 'Cause she’s gonna fly away
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| Fly away
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| (Ooh, ooh)
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| She ain’t got nothing (Nothing, nothing)
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| She ain’t got nothing (Nothing, nothing)
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| (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
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| Boy, you better hold those strings
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| 'Cause she’s gonna fly away (Fly away)
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| Better get a tighter grip
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| She wasn’t born to stay (Born to stay)
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| Holding on white knuckle
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| If you let her go, she trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
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| Boy, you better hold those strings
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| 'Cause she’s gonna fly away
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| Fly away
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| Fly away
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| Hold onto that kite
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| Oh, fly away
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| Hold onto that kite |