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I am bound to be
At the end of a runway.
Find my pilot's uniform,
Sleep beneath the noise.
Seems that the airplanes need
Spectators.
Spectators.

I can turn the oak tree
Into my control tower.
Lately she's just standing there,
Asking me to come down.
It seems that people need
Spectators.
Spectators.
I am bound to be   At the end of a runway.   Find my pilot's uniform,   Sleep beneath the noise.   Seems that the airplanes need   Spectators.   Spectators.      I can turn the oak tree   Into my control tower.   Lately she's just standing there,   Asking me to come down.   It seems that people need   Spectators.   Spectators.
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