Текст песни Fly Dark Angel - Sham 69
I'm
a
gypsy
I'm
a
stroller
I'm
a
sailor
lost
at
sea
I've
walked
on
a
tightrope
I've
fallen
but
survived
Trying
always
to
be
so
kind
But
losing
out
to
peace
of
mind
I
was
left
at
the
circus
When
the
big
top
was
pulled
down
Always
trying
to
show
the
two
faces
of
a
clown
Humble
pie
crumbles
in
my
mouth
Why
my
prides
left
on
the
shelf
God
how
we
feel
With
the
wind
in
short
supply
Birds
can
sing
the
morning
hymn
Days
of
grey,
nights
of
black
Wishing
wells
and
bells
of
hell
Fly
dark
angel
fly
Fly
away
So
you
want
to
be
a
hero
Then
over
the
top
you
go
A
bullet
frightened
soldier
A
deserted
warrior
Everythings
an
opposite
Your
joker
is
your
one
card
trick
God
how
we
feel
With
the
wind
in
short
supply
Birds
can
sing
the
morning
hymn
Days
of
grey,
nights
of
black
Wishing
wells
and
bells
of
hell
Fly
dark
angel
fly
Fly
away
Birds
can
sing
the
morning
hymn
Days
of
grey,
nights
of
black
Wishing
wells
and
bells
of
hell
Fly
dark
angel
fly
Fly
away

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