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Текст песни The fly

\"The Fly\"

I know a colorful room
Where we can fly
And take a spin to the moon
On Aunt Angelica\'s pie
I am a fly, pie in the sky

Across a harvest of stars
And constellations
We\'ll drink
A starjuice on Mars

Miss our connection and cry
Coz I don\'t know why

I am a fly

The major is dead
It went to his head
We gonna fly


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