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I'm in the astral plane too often Where the sky is reflected in blue light Where there are no rules Where you can move from body to body I fly through the Milky Way in the sleeve I become a tiny grain of sand in an instant As if my soul is melting Into the spatial dimension Chorus I'm flying! And I can do it I just want to fly I'm flying, flying, flying I'm flying, flying! I just want to fly