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Staring out the window Looking at the sun Birds fly high in the glare Slowly the morning comes Never knew the reasons Why this cannot end Trapped with inner feelings You're the chosen one Angel of mercy Descend from your clouds Come save the lost souls I believe him now No rhyme or reason Why this all must end Fly high Jacob Spread your wings again Circles in the sun Ooooooooh Circles in the sun From Letras Mania