I know a colorful room
Where we can fly
And take a spin to the moon
On Aunt Angelica's pie
I am a fly, pie in the sky
Across a harvest of stars
And constellations
We'll drink a star juice on Mars
Miss our connection and cry
'Cause I don't know why
I am a fly
And the major is dead
It went to his head
We gonna fly
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