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Aerodrome
Eighteen teeth on an oil-soaked take away
Thirty two rods on an e-pod set to stay
Get set slow maybe so but that’s okay
Awe-struck still and you will take my breath away
The fortune of the tribe is duly planted in your head
But the freedom of the aerodrome possesses you instead
Night time black and white line from A to B
Hours sat reaching out far as the eye can see
Upset down on the ground sounds fine to me
Swell wrapped up in a shell-shocked destiny
The fortune of the tribe is duly planted in your head
But the freedom of the aerodrome possesses you instead
Almost too late set a date now while you can
Ash can wicker man looking like a fool on his first day
Seags
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