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A flock of birds, hovering above
Just a flock of birds, that′s how you think of love
And I always look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
‘Cause they fly away
Sometimes they arrive
Sometimes they are gone
They fly on
A flock of birds, hovering above
Into smoke I′m turned, and rise, following ‘em up
Still, I always look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
‘Cause they fly away
One minute, they arrive
Next, you know they′re gone
They fly on
Fly on, oh
So fly on, ride through
Maybe one day, I′ll fly next to you
Fly on, ride through
Maybe one day, I can fly with you
Fly on
Fly on
Fly on

Ooh, don’t ever let go
Ooh, don′t ever let go
Don’t ever let go
Don′t ever let go