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"I ain't here to make friends, cowboy; I'm here to tell you the ugly truth. So you might as well get out of that warm bed and deal with it."
Sep 8, 2006
Was that Yesterday? Five Years On
Last Summer
(Words by Sean Kelly)
There's trouble on the wing
I just can't see the floor
I don't know where to start
or what they're fighting for
We just can't fall apart
please turn this all around
I think he's got a gun
I never said goodbye
A free chance for a villain
maybe heroes or a soldier
in all my life as I would stand
United to a flag and clenching with my hands
It's really getting strange
I heard the pilots scream
we're never going down
at least that's what it seems
I'm frozen to my seat
I lost my sense of time
neglect from God above
who walks the crooked line
But still we fly it's so streamlined
flying angels to the sun
those wars are never won
I love you on this morning
where the strangest strangers curse
as the buildings tumble down
A free chance for a villain
maybe heroes or a soldier
in all my life as I would stand
United to a flag and clenching with my hands
But still we fly it's so streamlined
flying angels to the sun
those wars are never won
I love you on this morning
where the strangest strangers curse
as the buildings tumble down
When in fifty years
may just one forget
was that yesterday
or just last summer
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