What a mind
What a kind of bitter thing
To play a war
With metal to the beat
Evil though
But I thought
What a plane
Way to win
By my hands
From my dreams
It is here they cannot win
Your friend is high
And I'm even higher
Look in the sky can you see a spitfire
And you say
Ohh look up there!
We'll be free!
Ohh look up there!
We'll be fine.
I got told to kick it
It's in my hands I've got to hit it
Hit it I can defeat it
I wanna fly I wanna fly like you in the sky like you
In the sky today today today today
In anyway
What we see
What we feel
And what we breathe
Is it all real?
Ohh look up there!
We'll be free!
Ohh look up there!
We'll be fine.
Ohh look up there!
We'll be free!
Ohh look up there!
We'll be fine.
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