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 Airplane pushes up through clouds Through violet sinking sun, Pushing up through rose my love Held on me like a gun. They put me in the sky, It’s for my guy it’s for my guy. This penitence of flight This contraband and sigh. Now I run from silver plane, Runnin’ from my lover’s aim. They’ll try now to lock me down In this sunset gown. They put me in the sky, It’s for my guy it’s for my guy. This penitence of flight This contraband and sigh. Here I lie. Here I lie. Here I lie.
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1 Airplane 2 Mystery Man 3 Dans Le Vert De Ses Yeux 4 Billionaire 5 Dial Me Up
6 Warned 7 Little Robot 8 Intermission 1 9 Torchlight 10 A Luxury
11 Baby Shut Your Eyes 12 Intermission 2 13 Coco 14 Flying Too High
15 Sugarfight 16 At The Shore 17 Helmet Ray 18 Now That It's Long Over
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A Luxury


I was trying to be a soldier,
But his rocket arms were much too good.
I flew acoss the sea, and over boulders
To see a fire blazing without wood.
I was trying to be a lady,
I was trying to be very very nice.
He was trying to make me crazy,
Made me miss my igloo made of ice.
It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him.
It was a luxury ; it was too much !
Nothing really ever was surprising him,
His brush and bass were what he loved to touch.
I was trying to be a soldier,
But his rocket arms were far too good.
I flew acoss the sea, and over boulders
To see a fire blazing without wood.
I was trying to be a lady,
I was trying to be very very nice.
He was trying to make me crazy,
Made me miss my igloo made of ice.
It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him.
It was a luxury ; it was too much !
Nothing really ever was surprising him,
His brush and bass were what he loved to touch.
Lazers never sent to strike it down,
Have given up your heart without a sound.