| Woke this morning, the war was over
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| The radio was singing love songs
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| Saw the smiles upon the soldiers
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| Coming home across the fields
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| The calendar said first of August
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| Romance and promises of summer days
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| I strolled unclothed into your garden
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| To feel the warm sun on my face
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| The saving of the human race
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| Jets at dawn, trails across the sky
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| Silver birds writing words for airmen’s wives
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| Who down below hang the washing out to dry
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| Frilly briefs and flying helmets in a line
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| Jets at dawn, writing in the sky
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| Silver planes (vapour trails)
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| Drawing Coca-Cola signs to advertise
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| Above the cities and the towns
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| Flying high across the sea beyond the clouds
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| Said goodbye to the others
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| The old musicians of the past
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| Said hello to the young things
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| Oh, your songs are here to sing at last
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| Drank the wine of the new vine
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| Growing wild inside my heart
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| I saw the future age had risen
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| Time to make a brand new start
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| Time to see beyond the dark
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| Jets at dawn, trails across the sky
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| Silver birds writing words for airmen’s wives
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| Who down below hang the washing out to dry
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| Frilly briefs and flying helmets in a line
|
| Jets at dawn, writing in the sky
|
| Silver planes (vapour trails)
|
| Drawing Coca-Cola signs to advertise
|
| Above the cities and the towns
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| Flying high across the sea beyond the clouds
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| Clouds
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| Clouds |