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Flying

(Backer)

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We’re already flying

And time is playing along

A darkened wall surrounding our flight

 

Weightless

And the open air

Breathes along with us

 

Alone we are hiding, close

But time is in line

A stealing shadow casts a spell

 

Still, we’ll be hiding

While our flight ends

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