Low

Fly


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I thought we had it made up
After all, we had to pay up
Keep on knocking on the silo
It's the way they want to die now

Well, I don't know
And I don't mind
Leave my weary bones
And fly

You're telling me just one more
I keep the rockets, torture
Keep my body like a soldier
You're gotta tell me when it's over

Well, I don't know
And I don't mind
Take my weary bones
And fly

Fly
Fly
Fly
Fly
Fly
Fly
Fly
Fly


Writer/s: George Alan Sparhawk, Stephen Jon Garrington, Mimi J Parker