I'm flying to see my lady,
I'm flying to see my doll,
I'm flying and I'm not ready,
'Cause I've committed a foul.
What did I do to make her see?
What did I do to hurt her?
What did I do to make her free?
'Cause there was so much that we shared.
I've been flying by the wayside,
I've been flying to the sea,
I've been flying while I cried,
'Cause she's never coming back to me.
Can you help me with my flying,
Can you help me with my life,
Can you help me still I'm crying,
'Cause I might be reaching for the knife.
So today I'm flying home,
Where I really must belong,
No more Paris, London or Rome,
'Cause I'll never be wrong...
Again.
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