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Red pants and a ghost of a grin Mountain boots dancing Altai winds Pilote de Havillands lost in a trance He is real if you believe in him He is real if you believe in him Eleven hours and I can't sleep The river's crawling in the valley deep Red pants and his leather jacket And I am going to follow him home And I was there when a bomb exploded Eleven hours and I still can't sleep Distant drums in the evening Loneliest sound in Altai Mountains Building slow and catching up I am here for the duration And I watched it come together I rode the train From Letras Mania