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JACKSON BROWNE >> Merchandise Links
JACKSON BROWNE
She's a flying thing that sings With her eyes like smoky rings The sun can feel her presence in the sky And I think I'm gonna stay 'Cause there's nothing in our way And she says that she can teach me how to fly If I could love her more Than I have ever loved before Then tomorrow I'll be standing at her door And when I hear her voice I have no other choice Than to bend back my head and search the sky Her hair is spun so fine Roses fell like laughing wine And she says that she can teach me how to fly If I could give her all the things She's never had before Then tomorrow I'll be standing at her door To see her walking by Is to see a windy sky And the clouds reflecting in her eyes The softness of her skin Makes me wonder where I've been And she says that she can teach me how to fly If she could love me more Than she has ever loved before Then tomorrow I'll be standing at her door She's a flying thing that sings With her eyes like smoky rings She says that she can teach me how to fly And she says that she can teach me how to fly And she says that she can teach me how to fly
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