| I’m pulling airplanes
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| Out of my brain waves
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| Questioning the passengers
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| Holding up a picture asking
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| Have you seen this person?
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| Have you seen this person?
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| They never understand me
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| They keep on looking past me
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| As though they were the only
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| Person in the atmosphere
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| The atmosphere
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| The at most here
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| Here I am
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| Here I am
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| Landing aeroplanes
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| Laaaaa
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| Taking out the passengers
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| The pilots and the stewardesses
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| It’s time to take the plane
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| And hunt down my enemies
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| Drop a bomb on my enemies
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| It gives me heartburn
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| It makes my ears smoke
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| Taking out the enemies
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha
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| Haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha
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| Ha
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| Here I am
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| Here I am
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| Landing aeroplanes
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| Laaaaa
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| Here I am
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| Here I am
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| Landing aeroplanes
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| Laaaaa
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| Da, da da, da dom
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| Da, da dom
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| Da da da, da da dom
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| Da, da da, da dom
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| Da, da dom
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| Da da da, da da dom
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| Da, da da, da dom
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| Da, da dom
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| Da da da, da da dom
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| Ah, pity pity. |
| Too much for the small brain. |
| I’m growing older, I’m growing
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| older, in a bucket of skin decay. |
| Cuts on my clothing, along the avenue,
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| a future, indeed, and out. |
| Sure, life’s a pirate’s ball, out in the water,
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| where the cells learned division from the angry young molecules
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| Ohhh, come along my good friends, and let’s turn our hearts into mirrors,
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| and stare at each other staring at each other staring at each other.
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| Until we learn what the difference is between you and I. And please,
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| let us get lost, before the whole world ends at retina
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| This is not the end
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| This is not the end
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| Da, da da, da da dom
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| Da, da dom
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| Da da da, da da, dom |