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May the roads in your gypsy soul
Lead you to a higher ground
Kindred pilgrim, my kindred pilgrim
Til what you seek is found
I see you now wand'rin through this world
And how you seem to me
Like a grounded angel remembering the sky
And trying to be free
So fly on, fly on
Fly on, little angel, fly away
It's time to spread your wings
Fly on, fly on
Fly on, little angel, fly away
I pray for you beautiful things
Mmm
A grounded angel remembering the sky
And trying to be free
Fly on, fly on
Fly on, little angel, fly away
It's time to spread your wings
Fly on, fly on
Fly on, little angel, fly away
I pray for you beautiful things
I pray for you only beautiful things