Take me, I need to glide
I believe it's time for me to be free
Come again, just passed your stand
I'm hovering 50 feet above the street
It must
Be my
Own decision
Won't ask
You to
Ride my vision
Does it move you
Like it moves me
Does it move you
Like it moves me around
Headed for the killing floor
To where I move in frequency
What's this, it's not your wish
I'm hovering 50 feet above the street
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