| Seagull, you fly across the horizon
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| Into the misty morning sun
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| Nobody asks you where you are going
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| Nobody knows where you’re from
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| Here is a man asking the question
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| Is this really the end of the world?
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| Seagull, you must have known for a long time
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| The shape of things to come
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| Now you fly, through the sky, never asking why
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| And you fly all around 'til somebody, Shoots you down
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| Da da da da da da da down
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| Mm mm mm mm, mm mm
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| Seagull, you fly, across the horizon
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| Into the misty morning sun
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| Nobody asks you where you are going
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| Nobody knows where you are from
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| Now you fly through the sky, never asking why
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| And you fly all around 'til somebody, yeah
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| Shoots you down. |
| Mm mm, yeah
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| Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away
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| And you fly away today
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| And you fly away tomorrow
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| And you fly away, leave me to
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| My sorrow
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| Mm, mm, mm
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| Seagull go and fly, mm, mm, mm
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| Fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow, fly |