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I could be this sky tonight double black and full of light in the wings so blood-hot, blood-sweet and safe as a naked baby Favorite one, who knew we are a big blue bird up and flying we jingle us along, this same old different song's a backhand crack to love But would we sing the same private plane silver machines to your homeland or a flight out of sight You're a star before I wake and I swing through these ten-cent highs in a glitter gown of pavement thread sure I got time, and of who I am, where I am bound a dollar lost, a dollar found as you keep walking the street From Letras Mania