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Fly
November 6, 2002

Let's fly up high
You and I
Where the birds sing
And the truth no longer stings
Bright white clouds and awesome blue skies
Above all of the army ants asking why
Deeper than the pack of swarming flies
Spinning about their dizzy heads
Their jealous cries and betrayal agonized
We could leave this rotting barnshed
'Cause this is better than seeing an angel cry
Better than a scaly dragon sigh
And better than slipping into a field of lies
Haven't felt this way in so long,
Projective rockets and euphoric song
Bright smiles and open eyes
Words can barely help simplify
It's from up high she surely sings,
It's from up high she has wings,
Like a birds eye view
Oh darling, would you?