XXYY

We, we have these fighting men
Born to circumstance

XY YY, why why me
If you don’t look, you can fail to see

Then we’ll fly my love
Through the stars above
They’ll write out your name when I’m alone
They’ll map out my way when I’m coming home

Fly on sweet little bird
On to the ride we'll climb
If you see my love, tell her that I’m fine
If you see my love, tell her that I’m fine
If you see my love, tell her that I’m fine
If you see my love, tell her that I’m fine
If you see my love, tell her that I’m fine
If you see my love, tell her that I’m fine
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