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With your photographs of Kitty Hawk |
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And the biplanes on your wall |
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You were always Amy Johnson |
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From the time that you were small |
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No schoolroom kept you grounded |
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While your thoughts could get away |
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You were taking off in Tiger Moths |
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Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day |
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Are you there |
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On the tarmac with the winter in your hair |
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By the empty hangar doors you stop and stare |
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Leave the oil-drums behind you they won't care |
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Oh are you there |
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Oh you wrapped me up in a leather coat |
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And you took me for a ride |
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We were drifting with the tail-wind |
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When the runway came in sight |
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And the clouds came up to gather us |
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And the cockpit turned to white |
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When I looked the sky was empty |
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I suppose you never saw the landing-lights |
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Are you there |
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In your jacket with the grease-stain and the tear |
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Caught up in the slipstream of the dare |
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The compass roads will guide you anywhere |
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Oh are you there |
| [02:56.34] |
The sun comes up on Icarus |
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As the night-birds sail away |
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And lights the maps and diagrams |
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That Leonardo makes |
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You can see Faith Hope and Charity |
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As they bank above the fields |
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You can join the flying circus |
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You can touch the morning air against your wheels |
| [03:19.64] |
Are you there |
| [03:22.59] |
Do you have a thought for me that you can share |
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Oh I never thought you'd take me unawares |
| [03:33.18] |
Just call me if you ever need repairs |
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Oh are you there |
