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Fly Home In The Morning

I have traveled like a fool in the desert
I have crawled on shards of broken glass
I have followed by demons after midnight
I woke up with scars across my chest

I have sung in the twilight with a lover
I have slept in the bitterness of death
I have met a stranger in the mirror
I have fought that man with my last breath

I'm gonna fly home in the morning
I'm gonna let the blue skies carry me
I'm gonna fly home in the morning
Let the river wash over me

We have stumbled along in the junk yard
We have sought salvation in a dead end street
We were silent as the drums were banging louder
We remember darkness as far as we could see


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