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WHEN THE EAGLE FLIES WHEN THE EAGLE FLIES closer to the sun Jackels try to hide, they know it's time to run And we're too far gone to notice The workday has begun Would it be worthwhile to speak of you and me? Among the porcelain with marmalade and tea Im-pos-si-ble task, to speak up To say just what I mean I might be blind Who could tell anymore? I can't hold on To my reputation I have gone at dusk through the narrow streets Try to force a smile for people that I meet It's time to turn back, to crawl home And hide beneath the sheet WHEN THE EAGLE FLIES closer to the sun Jackels try to hide, they know it's time to run And we're too far gone to notice The workday has begun |
