Springy legs are jumping, and the spirits are high. Our days are rich, and our mornings good looking....so hurry baby, up the the hill we fly.
One of these mornings, were gonna rise up singing. Were gonna spread our wings, and take to the sky. Until that morning, nothing can harm us. Our Boot Camp Brothers and Sisters.................
Standing By
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