John Miles - High Fly Lyrics
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High Fly
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What Are The Lyrics For High Fly By John Miles?
Highfly, touch the sky,
Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? For many years You played the joker and you always won. You wasted time, Always fooling round and having fun. Your luck ran out Just like the sunshine when the day is done. Your dreams subsided When you decided that your chance had gone Your chance to be someone. You never tried, You just accepted things and didn't care. And now it's over, You look around you but there's no one there. It's too late now, Face the truth and don't you try to run. You're feelin' sorry, And you've realised your chance has gone Your chance to be someone. Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? |
Who Wrote High Fly By John Miles?
John (gb 1) Miles, Robert Marshall
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What's The Duration Of The High Fly By John Miles?The duration of High Fly is 3:59 minutes and seconds. |
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