The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster - Rise of the Eagles | Текст песни

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I wanna fly like an eagle, I wanna sing like Sinatra
I got a date with Destruction, I wanna love like a mother

Listen up, let the lesson begin
Cos you're wrong and you know how to sin
As we dance on a razor's edge
As we dance they all [hurt in sin?]

I wanna fly like an eagle...

You're asking why must it be this way
As we're heading for our dying day
In a hole you'll be lying in
In a hole they all [hurt in sin?]

All dressed up and ready to go

I wanna fly like an eagle...

It's not your fault you're the living dead
Cos you were taught just to nod your head
Race of Man is a dying breed
Race of Man is a burning seed

Listen up, let the lesson begin
Cos you're wrong and you know how to sin
As we dance on a razor's edge
As we dance they all [hurt in sin?]

All dresses up and ready to go

I wanna fly like an eagle...


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