SOAD - Jet Pilot текст песни

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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay,

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

One that smiled when he flew over the bay


My horse is a shackled old man

His, his remorse was that he couldn't survey

The skies right before they went grey,

My horse and my remorse

Flying over our great bay


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My source is the source of all creation,

Her discourse is that we all don't survey

The skies right before

Right before they go grey,

My source and my remorse

Flying over our great bay


[Chorus]