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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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My horse is a shackled old man
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His, his remorse was that he couldn't survey
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The skies right before, right before they went gray
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My horse and my remorse flying over a great bay
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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My source is the source of all creation
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Her discourse is that we all don't survey
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The skies right before, right before they go gray
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My source and my remorse flying over a great bay
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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