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The broken hearted pilot is lost in wheeling wings.
Gone forever brothers. Smashed to smithereens.
The little cap green and black the doctor said was soft.
You wonder how many humans you might need to really get you off.
Thirty years have passed you by
while you've been selling beer
Now you say you want to die
You don't know what it means.
Hurricane man, hurry back here
The wine is in the sun
Hurricane man, hurry back here,
There's so much to be done.
Fly through the night to the northern lights
To be far away
Fly through the night to the northern lights
To be far away
The wine is in the sun
Hurricane man, hurry back here,
There's so much to be done.
