"...seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun. Nobody asks you where you are going, nobody knows where you're from. Here is a man asking the question: Is this really the end of the world? Seagull you must have known for a long time the shape of things to come. Now you fly through the sky never asking why. And you fly all around 'til somebody shoots you down [...] And you fly away today, and you'll fly away tomorrow. Seagull go and fly, fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow..."
Del álbum "Bad Company"
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