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The Pilot Lyrics
I wish I was pilot
Soaring over everyone and everything
Looking at the landscape
What a peaceful tiny scene
Staring over the skyline
Oh I feel the blue dancing on my wings
Turn off the engine
Imagine what tomorrow brings
The time we won't delay
Take it from the other side
Born and lost but it's a one more time
To get my fill
Of this old forgotten thrill, this life
I wish I was a fighter pilot
Soaring over everyone and everything
Through the smoke and fire
Imagine the hell I’d bring
The time we won’t delay
Take it from the inside
Born and lost but it's a one more time
To get my fill
Of this old forgotten thrill, this life
But it’s cold, lost and shame
Wash it all out
Wash it all away
Now the story's old
But it's all been told
I wish that I
I wish I'd fly
All right!
I wish I was an outlaw
Spend my life kicking ass and takin' names
There would be no love lost
Town to town killin' dreams
The lines, they turn to gray
Take it from the inside
Born and lost but it's a one more time
To get my fill
Of this old forgotten thrill, this life
A one more time
To get my fill
Of this old forgotten thrill, this life
Soaring over everyone and everything
Looking at the landscape
What a peaceful tiny scene
Oh I feel the blue dancing on my wings
Turn off the engine
Imagine what tomorrow brings
Take it from the other side
Born and lost but it's a one more time
To get my fill
Of this old forgotten thrill, this life
Soaring over everyone and everything
Through the smoke and fire
Imagine the hell I’d bring
Take it from the inside
Born and lost but it's a one more time
To get my fill
Of this old forgotten thrill, this life
Wash it all out
Wash it all away
Now the story's old
But it's all been told
I wish that I
I wish I'd fly
All right!
Spend my life kicking ass and takin' names
There would be no love lost
Town to town killin' dreams
Take it from the inside
Born and lost but it's a one more time
To get my fill
Of this old forgotten thrill, this life
To get my fill
Of this old forgotten thrill, this life
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The lines they turn from grey. I think that’s the key line. How people circumstances and outcome can slip from white to grey to black. The pilot is east going non violent looking at the landscape. The fighter pilot is no bong the enemy. The outlaw is robbing from his “brother/neighbor “