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Time is such an unseizable thing, no one is able to catch it I wish I could get some wings, maybe I would catch it So, when I think of flying, running through the sky I am not afraid of dying, afraid of dying I'd be flying, flying in slow motion The time is standing still I'd be flying far above the ocean Where nothing is, nothing is against my will Speed is the reason why we move, always looking for action Nothing seems to stop us, but isn't it just fiction? So, wouldn't it be wiser, much better for us all To slow down, slow down Flying. Flying in slow motion From Letras Mania