Aeroplane

I passed the night in a night club
With a man with long, long hairs
He came from somewhere
Had ... from Spain, to tell his life
And he told me when he was
a pilot of aeroplanes
Such as the time, that says long been
To drink the wine
Wrong voice is in my head
You got a stomach ache
Do you choose that's the regret
Don't you think, that's the time to come on
And he told me that one day
He's gone too much near the sun
And his poor eyes
Were fall from the sky
To obscurity
After all, he has took me
To ask me a question
He wants to know, if the sun has ceased to shine,
Wrong voice is in my head
You got a stomach ache
Do you choose that's the regret
Don't you think, that's the time, there time.



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Writer(s): Aubrey Winter
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