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Flying Model Rockets
Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to mineI get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other sideMy brother's friend explains to me with breathless words and bloody kneesIt's a black eyed trust, respect with pain.A love I'll learn when I've been through the same.But there's nothing in California that you could not learn to hate hereThe questions will all still be waiting for you, the answers will only be less clearIt's hard to say what I would do if I was back a year or twoLook at our plans, try to understand what could have happened to all of them.Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to mineI get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other sideMy brother's friend explains to me with breathless words and bloody kneesIt's a black eyed trust, respect with pain.A love I'll learn when I've been through the same.
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