Highway runway- Fast enough to fly- 105- I’m flying- Crashing, flying- The gas is unlimited- I’m going so far into the deep- Held onto to everything- For far to long- I’m escaping- I’m not here- In a little while- I’ll be gone- Above the city- The lights flash- Missiles on my back- Gun attack- From the tanks- America has turned its back- Freedom you say- And apartheid is blood on the- Old Glory Flag- In a foreign land- In a foreign land-Birth sign: Libra
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