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1, 2, 3, 4 Sometimes I try To be a fighterpilot Cause you can't see my eyes Through the goggles and helmet And I'm always right Alone in the cockpit If I lose my mind I'll just press eject And drift down like a lazy dove Oft' times I love you quite cowardly But I still think it's love I still think it's love Do you see the shadow I cast? Or the light behind my head? Am I your winterprince? Are you my springtime hen? And when I lay sick And fevered in a bed Would you read from the scriptures? Repeat what the prophets said? A voice that cries out from the mountain above Oft' times I love you quite cowardly But I still think it's love I still think it's love From Letras Mania