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fancy me a horse in a hitch terrain has changed in droves from water to the desert sand running in around circles tally, no synonyms the minutes layed in thought spend so much time tallying i spend so much time worrying hey now mr. history man you're on of my favorites and who controls the history hand who implements the orders who dotted off the mystery land and who implies, yeah who implies the borders silly, little flyer-bye who keeps his eyes on skylines distance to the moon and the sun it became his passion tally up the times that he tried to fly without machines just a silly, little flyer-bye with silly, little flyer dreams i was alone a week ago Songtextei wrote myself a letter and in the form of many friends i sent it not to me a flyer-bye i thought i was a flyer-bye with no skylines just a tally of the dreams just a seeker of the pines just a better, bitter me with tallies upon tallies happy too, so subdued night time trips to search the woods fance me a horse again to pitch the hitch in meadows with silly, little flying dreams tallied - steady as he goes she goes Aus Songtexte Mania