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Vertaling: Air. 'S Middags Sisters.
Flying high above the sadness and the fear Little sister, just remember as you wander through the blue The little kite that you sent flying on a Sunday afternoon
Flying high above the sadness and the fear Little sister, just remember As you wander through the blue The little kite that you sent flying On a Sunday afternoon
I win a car or a bottle of scotch All that she can do is sit home and stare And hope that there she gets a chance to go on the air [CHORUS:] 'Cause
old match, let me settle my nerves I gotta feel real high, just to touch up on these tracks Several ounces a day as a matter of fact Now, in Jamaica where the air
old match Let me settle my nerves I gotta feel real high Just to touch up on these tracks Several ounces a day as a matter of fact Now in Jamaica Where the air
salaam Now I took me a trip to Africa A seven hour flight from America I got off the plane and what did I see But some brothers and sisters who look
Flying high above the sadness and the fear Little sister just remember as you wander through the blue The little kite that you sent flying on a sunny afternoon
didn't know that afternoon the ground was waiting to become another grave in just a few short days. too bad i couldnt grab the bullet out of the air
The ancient streets so crowded and narrow The winding stairs climb up, up high The air tonight hangs sour and heavy I'm dying up here love, lie with me
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