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Waving at the aeroplanes... See my hand swing left swing right. Milk white |
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in the dawn sky, dives to the brown earth. Bound to an arc that only I can |
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see. See me crouch on the grass, on the concrete; eyes slit tight, fist |
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clenched and bleeding. Faith moves mountains headfirst into seas. Waving at |
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the aeroplanes... make them crash crash crash on the runway, crash on the |
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motorway. I'll show them how it pays to just wave back... Wave back to me to |
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me... They crack in the dawn, get wrapped in the cloud shroud. It's raining |
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limbs, white wings and aspirins. Pitter patter scatter brains and burn... |
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Fly me!!! |
