Michael Emine - rising chopper

Up above the clouds of self-doubting
(And also so I can avoid doing the tiling re-grouting)
I rise my little chopper, high, high, high
I fly, fly, fly into the blue blue sky
Nothing going through my head, it's all upon my eyes
Just my rising, rising, helicopter, my helicopter and I

Michael Emine

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