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Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
In the summer sky

Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Gently pass on by

Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Am I going to die

Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Take me on your flight


Indians scattered on dawn's
Hiway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young child's
fragile egg-shell mind


Underwaterfall, Underwaterfall
The girls return from summer balls
Let's steal the eye that sees us all

~ Jim Morrison


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