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• Artiste: Gatti-Vision
• Titre: Magical Flight
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He sings along with the choir Dressed in schoolboy attire Just a spark to set off a fire The chorus soars through the night... So he pores through a record collection Establishes his connection He's leading a resurrection His fingers bleed through the night... But something inside him feels right As he trains everyday for the fight And the onlookers doubt, they can't figure him out Alone, he continues to write... And when he marches in, I'll be waiting But there's no time for celebrating For the course that he's navigating Can only end with his life... But what can I do? He rides on a white horse along Dreamer's Avenue And why can't he see? Without a real job, he will never be free (wait and see...) And when he comes back, I will be waiting Among the crowd congregating They're raining on his parading And overwhelming his sight And something inside him's not right 'Cause he spent too long in the fight The demands pile on even after he's gone Embarked on a magical flight, embarked on a magical flight, embarked on a magical flight, embarked a magical flight! (spoken) "All you other fucking wannabe prettyboy bands, start packing up your equipment now! Catch the next flight out of here! Eighty-8 has just arrived in Tampa, Florida!"