Fly

I'm flying around in a place that i've found
You can't see the sky, there's nothing around
But yellows, blues, greens and golds
Flying
The story's an old one, I know you can see
The violets and yellows of the moon on the sea
And purple the colour of???
Flying
???
Orange and silver, I heard a voice cry
White is the purest, do you know why?
Flying
Crimson sun beam touches the night
???
??? it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Flying



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Writer(s): Quinton Otis
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