| Push down the bar, climb the white clouds
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| My engine is roaring so loud
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| The hunt has begun from my windscreen
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| I see them dive fast from behind my tail
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| Lines in the sky drawn by crossing contrails
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| Soon all this blue, will be turning red
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| My winged horse, fly high
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| Take me where no one would ride
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| Make 'em feel the fright
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| For they’ve met the king of the skies
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| Here they die
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| The prey has turned to hunter now they try to run
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| It’s time to fire my guns
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| Lines in the sky drawn by crossing contrails
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| Soon all this blue, will bleed in my name
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| My winged horse, fly high
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| Take me where no one would ride
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| Make 'em feel the fright
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| For they’ve met the king of the skies
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| Here they die
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| My winged horse, fly high
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| Take me where no one would ride
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| Make 'em feel the fright
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| For they’ve met the king of the skies
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| Here they die
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| I’m the king of the sky |