Olivia Newton-John - Fly Away Lyrics
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Fly Away
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What Are The Lyrics For Fly Away By Olivia Newton-John?
All of her days have gone soft and cloudy
All of her dreams have gone dry All of her nights have gone sad and shady She's getting ready to fly Fly away, fly away (fly away) Life in the city can make you crazy The sounds of the sand and the sea (I'm of the sea) Life in a high-rise can make you hungry For things that you can't even see Fly away, fly away (fly away) In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she (nobody as lonely as me) There's nowhere to go and there's nowhere That she'd rather be (I rather be) She's looking for lovers and children playing She's looking for signs of the spring (where is the spring?) She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing She listens for any old things Fly away, fly away (fly away) (Fly away) In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she (nobody as lonely as me) There's nowhere to go and there's nowhere That she'd rather be (I rather be) All of her days have gone soft and cloudy All of her dreams have gone dry (where are my days?) All of her nights have gone sad and shady She's getting ready to fly Fly away, fly away Fly away (fly away) (Where are my days?) (Where are my nights?) (Where is the springtime?) (I wanna fly) (I wanna fly) (I wanna fly) |
Who Wrote Fly Away By Olivia Newton-John?
John Denver
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What's The Duration Of The Fly Away By Olivia Newton-John?The duration of Fly Away is 4:09 minutes and seconds. |
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