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Faring well, I fly tonight
In our short skirts, we were kings
Years go by and now we're dead
In our humble coats
No use for their stingy hearts
Pumping blue with superblood
Bitching in their flying cars
No one's flapping to the deadbeat
We're all going to crack
Sissy won't be back to pack the 'lac
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