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A flock of birds Hovering above Just a flock of birds      That's how you think of love And I al  ways Look up to the sky    Pray before the dawn If I  al  ways Sometimes they arrive Sometimes they are gone fly on A flock of birds Hovering above Into smoke I'm turned   following them up Still I al  ways Look up to the sky Pray before the dawn If I  al  ways One minute they arrive Next you know they're gone Fly  on Fly  on So fly on fly on Ride through Maybe one day I'll fly next to you fly on Ride through Maybe one day I could fly with you   Fly on Fly on Fly on ...