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She stands on the clifftop with tears in her eyes |
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She longs for the moon to wash flames from the skies |
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She doesn't look for the thrill of a kill |
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There was only one, he came from the Sun |
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Pilot of her dreams rides her searchlight beams |
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She sits in the city with wings on her mind |
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She waits for the birdman who left her behind |
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He had to fly almost straight into hate |
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There is only one though the race is run |
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Pilot of her love feels him far above |
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She waits at the airport with hope in her heart |
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She listens for Spitfires' engines to start |
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She hopes that he's near though it's been 30 years |
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She's got a photograph taken for a laugh |
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All the boys in blue hope their aim was true |
