| Turn me loose from your hands
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| Let me fly to distant lands
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| Over green fields, trees and mountains
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| Flowers and forest fountains
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| Home along the lanes of the skyway
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| For this dark and lonely room
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| Projects a shadow cast in gloom
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| And my eyes are mirrors of the world outside
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| Thinking of the way that the wind can turn the tide
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| And these shadows turn from purple into grey
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| For just a Skyline Pigeon
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| Dreaming of the open
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| Waiting for the day
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| He can spread his wings
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| Fly away again
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| Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
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| Towards the dreams you’ve left so very far behind
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| Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
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| Towards the dreams you’ve left so very far behind
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| Just let me wake up in the morning to the smell of new mown hay
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| To laugh and cry, to live and die in the brightness of my day
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| I wanna hear the pealing bells of distant churches sing
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| But most of all, please free me from this aching metal ring
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| And open out this cage towards the sun
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| For just a Skyline Pigeon
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| Dreaming of the open
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| Waiting for the day
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| He can spread his wings
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| And fly away again
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| Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
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| Towards the things you’ve left so very far behind
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| Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
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| Towards the things you’ve left so very, so very far behind |