| Well you were using me for cover
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| Moments after we hit the ground
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| Those aren’t stars, those are airplanes
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| Overhead for the air-raid
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| And i hope we both live on
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| I hope my engine gets me home
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| I hope next time you see me
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| You’d still like to kiss me
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| Free like your shoulders in your clothes
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| Free like the bible you just stole
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| Free like the hand that you grab hold then let go
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| Let go
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| What truths do they home in at you
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| Don’t you wish you were a past you?
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| Uniformed, awful, totally stable
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| Standing in line for bread and wine
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| You know with which words to greet it
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| Standing in line for bread and wine
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| They told you just how to receive it
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| Don’t you see it?
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| Free like your shoulders in your clothes
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| Free like the bible you just stole
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| Free like the hand that you grab hold then let go
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| And if free was your last month’s rent payed down
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| And if free was my high-school conscience
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| How our heads would split open, exposing our thoughts and
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| How, just like twin fighter airplanes, they’d fly out |