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He, who is falling to the ground |
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With a bullet in his chest |
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Was brought down by his own hand |
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Hardly noticed by the rest |
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He, who has soared above the clouds |
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Now will bow upon the ground |
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For he could remember |
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As a pilot of the war |
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And the life that was his was war |
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Death was his only hope at last |
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And the glories of his past |
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Follow in his footsteps |
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As he tumbles to the grass |
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He was a child before the war |
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And he thought of nothing more |
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Higher than the clouds were |
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As a pilot he could soar |
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And the life that was his was war |
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Soaring, soaring 'bove the clouds |
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That come up so high, up so high |
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He was soaring, a pilot of the war |
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He was soaring, a pilot of the war |
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He was soaring, a pilot of the war |
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Oh, there's a trillion of us now |
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And we've blown the world away |
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Old man on the park bench |
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Did he have something to say? |
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Now as the war is in the past |
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We forget, he was the last |
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For he could remember |
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As a pilot of the war |
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And the life that was his was war |
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Soaring, soaring 'bove the clouds |
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That go up so high, up so high |
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He was soaring, a pilot of the war |
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He was soaring, a pilot of the war |
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He was soaring, a pilot of the war |