There's a burning desire in my soul to fly, fly, fly
Far away from here, destination anywhere
Let's just pick up, pack up, and stand up
For our rights to be free, free, free
This love and I do a miscellaneous dance
To and fro, listening to the radio
And I don't care if he leads, or if we fall
Failure is on the road to succeeding
This love and I sit side by side
Sharing and hearing, over a bowl of ice cream
His caring for me, is the greatest gift
No one can replace what's so defendable
There's a burning desire in my soul to fly, fly, fly
Far away from here, destination anywhere
Let's just pick up, pack up, and stand up
For our rights to be free, free, free
If the nights are long and the days are short
We'll be a free love, mighty and strong
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