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James Taylor James Taylor And The Original Flying Machine

where he's bound to be. And a monkey kinds of flashes on fruits and bananas, so he lives in the top of a tree. But my eyes are made for darkness and so

true. And I can hear them celebrating every time I up and leave the room. Now my friends all come to see me, they just point at me and stare. Said, he

won't satisfy another man. You understand. You can't cross the boundry beyond which she stands. He's disposed of all his inner mind, Donned his mask and

baby, all the way. Girl, you can count on me, watch those shadows fade away, and brighten your night with my day. Daybreak, sunset, hot and cold running smiles and

true. And I can hear them celebrating every time I up and leave the room. Now my friends all come to see me, they just point at me and stare. Said, he

won't break her heart. Take some bacon, go on and leave your watch chain, She won't count on nothing more. Wrap your hands around that small change and

hours of time on the telephone line To talk about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground Oh, I've seen fire and I've