Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high
In the summer sky
Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high
Gently pass on by
Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high
Am I going to die
Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high
Take me on your flight
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind
Underwaterfall, Underwaterfall
The girls return from summer balls
Let's steal the eye that sees us all
By Jim Morrison
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