| For argument’s sake let’s pretend we could stop arguing
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| Over which of us is wrong and why it isn’t you
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| We’re barely awake before your head’s up in the clouds again
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| There’s nothing you like more than having nothing much to do
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| Stood akimbo
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| Staring out the window at the sky
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| All afternoon you’ve been buried in a biography
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| Of an aviatrix lost at sea, never to be found
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| Holed up in your room, holding out for an apology
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| But gravity will get to you eventually
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| You’ll come down from upstairs again
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| With all those model aeroplanes
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| And the novelty wore off
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| When the pilots still wore goggles
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| But your eyes look skywards
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| And your mind still boggles
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| I’m going grey but you look younger than a year ago
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| When you put your hair in pigtails and you put your hand in mine
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| We’ll be OK — I’m happy when you’re here
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| But oh, your smile can seem as far away as once upon a time
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| You can’t help it
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| Hopelessly nostalgic
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| A passing interest in the past
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| But I think it’s going to last a little longer
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| I’ll hold on to your hand as tightly as I can
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| But modelling glue is stronger
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| The novelty wore off
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| When the pilots still wore goggles
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| But your eyes look skywards
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| And your mind still boggles
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| Through frequent flyers' disappointments and disasters
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| The golden age of aviation never lost its lustre |