you'll go there but Wings for her and I and I don't mind 'Cause I have always wanted to learn to Fly, learn to Fly, learn to Fly, learn to Fly Brother
son, It's not your gun and bloody hands Don't hide behind locked doors In dresser drawers those bullets wait to fly... Fly... wait to Fly... wait to Fly... wait to Fly
Translation: Nickelback. Fly.
your son, It's not your gun and bloody hands Don't hide behind locked doors In dresser drawers those bullets wait to fly... Fly... wait to Fly... wait to Fly... wait to Fly
