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Deep Purple |
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Purpendicular |
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The Aviator |
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Riding on the moonpath |
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in the silver of the night |
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The fragrance on the air |
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was of another time |
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I cried in all my innocence |
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you were dressed in white |
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and even if I'd had the strength |
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I couldn't move to save my life |
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The fear and the thrill |
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of the beast at the window |
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The shivers and the chills |
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on the hottest of nights |
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he walked right through |
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my open door |
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As I began to run, he threw |
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some gold upon the floor, and said |
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There's plenty more |
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where that came from |
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I'm tired of the bombs |
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I'm tired of the bullets |
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I'm tired of the crazies on TV |
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I'm the aviator |
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A dream's a dream whatever it seems |
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I flew along the lighted street |
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I flew above the town |
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I flew in ever rising cicrcles |
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ever further from the ground |
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As I begin to lose my breath |
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printed faxes turn a spin |
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A distant corner of the room |
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will open up and let me in |
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I'm tired of the news |
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I'm tired of the weather |
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I'm tired of the same thing every day |
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I'm the aviator |
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A dream's a dream whatever they say |
