| Looking down from a plane
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| And I saw your town
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| Sun was resting yellow red
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| Over your town
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| The cars were driving around
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| One of those cars
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| Could be yours
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| I was looking down from a plane
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| And I saw your town
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| Maybe you saw
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| Maybe you heard my plane
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| Maybe you heard the children play
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| And scream to the airplanes that fly
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| Over our home
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| Came spring
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| But come summer I wouldn’t know
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| I’m hoping I’m jumping
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| In secret I go
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| High over our home.
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| I was looking down from a plane
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| And I saw
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| I saw our town
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| The road the houses the rivers and our playground
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| Look up look here
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| Maybe you’re looking when the children scream when I fly
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| Over our home … |