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Texty: Blackfoot. Flyin' High. Island of Life.

Oooh lord no
Goddamn

When your world is passing you by
You?re feelin? getting late
You want to find a key that will open up
Those silver gates

You keep thinkin? that I gave it up
And in every little way
Here I come again
Oooh doncha? know

Wind blows across the sand
And there?s a sleepin? haze
Seems ?most like it always has
And I think of better days

Oh and last year about this time
I got myself a daze
The island that I was searchin? for
Was just a breeze away

Keep thinkin? that I shook it off
And in every little way
Whatcha think I don?t know no better
Oh oh doncha? know


There?s a reason to see
There?s a reason to life
But our heart?s in your hand
You hardly know it?s alive

Ahhh Wahoo

Sing a song of seven years
And I sing a song of my way
I sing a song oh baby for you
Show you how I play

I keep thinkin? that I?ll wake up
And find myself alone
On an island full of promises
Standin? all on my own

You keep thinkin? that I gave it up
And in every little way
Here I come again
Doncha? know

Ooooh Yeahhh