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Flying - Michael Nesmith

"Silks and Satins and velvet soft evenings and penthouse nights Way down below me the maze of the city streets shine. I hear the soul and the heart of the city. It pounds. While I fly up here; I'm two thousand"

Flying - Screaming Trees

"Moving around in the outer reaches Hiding out with all the creatures there The dirt is drifting down upon us But my friends would never crack a frown We're going to the poison planet We're going to it"

Flying - Godiego

"Flying on my cloud to freedom Flying till I've left the world behind The world is getting smaller down below I like the view the further up I go, Up on my cloud (*) Takin' it easy I'm only out for a little"

Flying - Rod Stewart

"(rod stewart, ron wood, ronnie lane) I'm flying across the ocean And I'm soaring back home To the place I was born and probably raised. And I'm flying across the mountains and valleys, Back home to the"

Flying - Stan Rogers

"It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again, Coaching these kids to the top, and calling them men. I was a third round pick in the NHL And that's three years of living in hell, And going up flying,"

Flying - Faces

"(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart) I'm flying across the ocean and I'm soaring back home to the place I was born and probably raised. And I'm flying across the mountains and valleys, back home to"

Flying - Tom Odell

"And I’m coming home London in the rain Driving kinda slow in the fast lane, Feel kinda stressed, Trying to get drunk Problem with the rich kids is that they’re no fun. Right now I’m flying :) So come"

Flying - Living Colour

"I jumped out the window to get to the parking lot I'm writing this little song on my way down Never in my life have I felt a heat so hot I had to get out Such a lovely day to go flying The sky's so clear,"

Flying - Joe Jackson

"The older I get the more stupid I feel I don't know what's going on Tired of trying to be strong When I should be crying The further I go the less distance I see Leave behind another home The harder I"

The Flying Club Cup - Beirut

"I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in Elise My father was released a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone-white sands of San Denise Silence of an airborne night Push high above"

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