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Too Good for This World - Crowded House
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Too Good for This World Crowded House

Too Good for This World - Crowded House
Go quickly, my dear
Fly like the wind
Look at you, chief
Your wings are magnificent

The air is alive
There’s a mob set on violence
There must be a way
To escape from the follies of men

I may never see sailor again
If you see her, tell her I love her
Maybe one day it will all make sense
But if I have to leave her

I must be too good for this world
I must believe that I can reach the sky
My feathers are flowing
And my wings unfurled
I must be too good for this world

The dream was so real
It was truly divine
We made heavenly love
I saw God for a moment
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