I know a colorful room where we can fly and take a spin to the moon On Aunt Angelica's Pie 'Coz I am a fly pie in the sky across a harvest of stars and constellations we'll drink a starjuice on Mars miss our connection and cry 'Coz I don't know why I am a fly the major is dead It went to his head we gonna fly.
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