| I am made of Sopwith Camel
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| Sherman PT-17, sixty and cloudy, I go slow
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| Compared to modernity I am a humming bee
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| Sweater-weather and
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| Hugs and drugs and movies
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| But baby ice
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| Is growing on the wing
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| Baby ice is growing on the wing
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| You rolled the dice but
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| You didn’t know anything
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| Underneath the oxide
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| Underneath the oxide
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| It’s all the same song
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| I am made of no newspapers
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| When the V-1 buzzing stopped
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| Only prayers
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| I am made of young curiosity, deluded piety
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| Double-whiskey for the men
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| Don’t talk to thy neighbour
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| If they don’t take your same lord as saviour
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| In a songless meeting house
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| Proud to be the only ones
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| Who get saved in the end
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| From hugs and drugs and movies
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| But baby ice
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| Is growing on the wing
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| Baby ice is growing on the wing
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| You rolled the dice but
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| You didn’t know anything
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| What if I start now?
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| Just like someone’s watching me
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| Somebody’s watching me
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| What if I start now?
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| Just like someone’s watching me
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| But baby ice
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| Is growing on the wing
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| Baby ice is growing on the wing
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| Baby ice is growing on the wing
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| Baby ice is growing on the wing
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| Underneath the oxide
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| Underneath the oxide
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| Underneath the oxide
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| It’s all the same |