| He was working for the airline one day
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| And out on the street the next
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| The company always came first with him
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| She came second best
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| His life was aviation
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| He was rising fast
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| They let him go
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| He became
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| A victim of the past
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| She lost her job the same month
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| At «Fashions For You»
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| She lost her chance of ever seeing Paris
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| Lost the baby too
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| They took all their belongings
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| And managed to get a loan
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| And put it all into this broken down building
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| That called itself a restaurant
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| He waits tables
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| She does the cooking
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| He can remember
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| Seeing her look so beautiful
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| And now she is just fading away
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| She waits tables
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| He does the cooking
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| They don’t owe nobody nothing
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| If there’s a God up there in heaven
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| Must have lost his touch
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| Maybe he’s out to lunch
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| His life was aviation
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| He was rising fast
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| But who needs expert in fuel conservation
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| When the planes are out of gas
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| He still reads «Aviation»
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| When he has the time
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| And if he gets to talk to God he’s gonna
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| Give him a piece of his mind, yeah
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| He waits tables
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| She does the cooking
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| He can remember
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| Seeing her look so beautiful
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| Now she’s just fading away
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| She waits tables
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| He does the cooking
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| They don’t owe nobody nothing
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| If there’s a God up there in heaven
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| He must have lost his touch
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| Maybe he’s out for lunch
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| He waits tables
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| She does the cooking
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| He can remember
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| Seeing her look so beautiful
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| Now she is just fading away
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| She waits tables
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| He does the cooking
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| They don’t owe nobody nothing
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| If there’s a God up there in heaven
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| Maybe he’s not to blame
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| Maybe he’s changed his name |