| Far in the distance and way up high
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| Circling slowly beneath the sky
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| Lone in the air and the world is turning
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| Looking the eagle straight in the eye
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| What goes up must come down
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| And you circle all around
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| On your own
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| You’re seeing things in a dream
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| You learn to swing over trees
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| In the clouds
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| It’s a breeze
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| Blowing 'round
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| Leaving the ground and you’re feeling weightless
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| To the sea sparkling in the sun
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| There’s a beach and it’s time for landing
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| But it seems that you’ve just begun
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| What goes up must come down
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| And you circle all around
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| On your own
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| You’re seeing things in a dream
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| You learn to swing over trees
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| In the clouds
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| It’s a breeze
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| Blowing 'round
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| Up above, up above, up above
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| Like a bird, like a bird
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| On your own
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| You’re seeing things in a dream
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| You learn to swing over trees
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| In the clouds
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| It’s a breeze
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| Blowing 'round |