| Seventy days to cross the ocean
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| Seventy nights where no one’s going to hear me fall
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| Freddie Mercury, i’ve sometimes wished
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| I’d never been born at all
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| That’s right
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| I remain unphotographed, yeah
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| I don’t exaggerate my intelligence
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| I might turn a broom into a tree
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| But I’ll never be one of them
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| That’s right
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| I fly
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| 'Cause there’s no why in getting beaten up by
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| A guy
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| Who cries before he fights
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| I don’t want them to see me like this
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| The way they like to kick people when they’re down
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| You said, «Please stop worrying about this
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| They stop kicking once you’re down»
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| That’s right
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| There’s Mistaken Point, Newfoundland
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| There’s Moonbeam Ontari-ari-o
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| There are places I’ve never been
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| And always wanted to go
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| That’s right
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| Fly
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| 'Cause woe betide a guy who just lives to fight
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| Fly
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| Love is to try die trying
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| Fly, yeah, that’s right
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| Fly, yeah, that’s right
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| Try, love is to try die trying
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| Coastline rising out of the ocean
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| Coastline rises like a pair of glowing thighs
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| There’s something down deep inside me
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| Says where you been all my life
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| Fly, turn your back, get your face in the sky
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| Fly, love is to try die trying
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| Try, left and right, across your mind
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| Try, love is to try and die trying |