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Seagull you fly
across the horizon
into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asks you
where you are going
Nobody knows where you're from.
And you fly
through the sky-y-y
Never asking why.
And you fly
all around
'til somebody.... shoots you down!
I can sing the hell out of THAT song! I love Bad Company! It's Alright Now, Feel Like Makin Love.. hell they all rock!
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