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Fly
(
David Bowie )
The television's on but I'm walking through the yard
The house is fast asleep and I'm crying in my car
Dying for the weekend
The kids are alright, but they don't smile much
They're set up in the garage with their decks and their stuff
Dying for the weekend
The boy's on a charge
But his mother doesn't know
I never got around yet to telling her so
It would only make her crazy
Well I'll be fine
I'm only screaming in my head
But I can fly
I close my eyes
And I can fly
The television's on but I'm walking through the yard
The house is fast asleep and I'm crying in my car
Dying for the weekend
The kids have got a gig at an all night wave
They're looking pretty tough but I still want to say
"Do you really have to go?"
Down in the backstreet a skinny kid cries
Bad drugs Saturday, another life flies
Dying for the weekend
And I'll be fine
I'm only screaming in my head
But I can fly
I close my eyes and I can fly
But I can fly
And fall toward the end
And I can fly
Yeah I'll be fine
I'm only dreaming in my head
Well I can fly
I close my eyes and I can fly
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