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Hunter Hayes (Hunter Hayes) · Hunter Hayes (Encore) [Deluxe Edition] (Hunter Hayes) · Hunter Hayes (Hunter Hayes) · Hunter Hayes (Encore) [Deluxe Edition] (Hunter Hayes) · Hunter Hayes (Encore) [Deluxe Edition] (Hunter Hayes) · Hunter Hayes (Hunter Hayes) · Hunter, Hunter (Amelia Curran) · Shades of Ian Hunter: The Ballad of Ian Hunter & Mott the Hoople (Mott the Hoople) · Hunter, Hunter (Amelia Curran) · Make a Wish (Kevin Sharp) – and 90 other albums »


Saturn's flying by

[Chorus]

I wish...I wish...I wish...
I wish I was a hunter.
to the flame

It's too late
Too late for tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Do you feel a touch of evil
(Then) It's too late

To wish and make it so
wish I was a starship in silence flying by 
I wish I was a princess with armies at her hand 
I wish I was a ruler who'd make them understand 

Komm zu
wish I was a starship in silence flying by 
I wish I was a princess with armies at her hand 
I wish I was a ruler who'd make them understand 

Komm zu
people who were here long before us
Before the covered wagons, before they lost it all

They were hunters, they were fishermen und they often fought
This right here go out to all the ladies
Who cannot predict when the sun will shine
Just make sure when it do, you bask in it
You embrace it, you
tha one that cross ya in tha end
Tha shit I know now wish I'd done knew it back then
But goin thru it wit a fuck nigga is what make a man
I treated
thought I'd drop on by and wish you all the luck desired
I wish you all the souls your little mouth can tuck inside
You'll always be that special part
the fish
And induce my backhand to refrain from my fist
Yeah I wish that I change then I could shed all the mains
You trippin' on my ego but all my shit
the fish
And induce my backhand to refrain from my fist
Yeah I wish that I change then I could shed all the mains
You trippin' on my ego but all my shit
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
mysterious miracle man
Has a dramatic lyrical plan 
Blueprints to make gens turn to fat bank accounts
Think about what you wish cause it's something you may
thought I?d say it but mother*** a friend
?Cause your dawg be the one that cross you in the end

The *** I know now wish I?d done knew it back then
But