| I was not the fighter
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| So I should not want for shelter
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| With helpless ears I hear again
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| That even more are dead
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| Than anyone has ever said
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| I was not the fighter
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| Still the echoes of their gunfire
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| Penetrate my sleepy state
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| And I am walking in the shadow
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| Of a man I cannot see
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| How could the boy so in love with war planes
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| Have seen his first flight shot down in flames
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| He was just a dreamer
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| With the wildest wish to fly
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| I was not the fighter
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| No one shoots to spill my blood
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| But while this night rages so violently
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| The hawk circles above
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| And he was just a dreamer
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| With a conscience and in love
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| He wore his wings just like a crown
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| Yet still they shot him down
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| Framed inside the doorway
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| And there’s someone much like me
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| A shadow of the man he used to be
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| Have young men ever understood
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| The games old men will play
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| Was there anyone left with him today
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| Guitar: PHIL PALMER
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| Coda Vocals: ROBERT PALMER
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| Bottles: OLLIE W. TAYLER
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| The Wildest Wish To Fly is dedicated to Lt. R. N. Nicholas Taylor |