The Pilot

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It was early spring above Lyon
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The lights like prayers all 
scattered and thrown
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And whipping by your ears
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To something bigger

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Past deadly aims from the Krauts' 
elite
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The wife at home with a rosary
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A heavenly voice
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A crosshair to a trigger

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Didn't know what he told those 
stories for
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About the only blind pilot in the 
second great war
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And when he reached the end, he'd 
say "that man was me"
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He claimed that he was guided by
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A Kamikaze man who never wanted to 
die
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So he sought redemption as a ghost 
in a righteous ear
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Can you hear, can you hear, can you 
hear, it's loud and clear

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I dare not speak of the hand of God
But he took more fire than a 
lightning rod
And escaped unscathed
Just readymade for battle

His fate was sealed with medals and 
fame
But at 4 o'clock lurked a foe 
untamed
And his comrade spoke
As the engine began to rattle

My friend you fly alone tonight
For I'm being called by a great 
white light
One that's far too pure for living 
eyes
But he claimed he saw that light as 
well
As clear as a gun, and as sharp as a
 bell
And he crashed real soft in a field 
north of Bordeaux
Going home, going home, going home, 
don't send me home

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He stumbled out with his broken soul
And he broke his leg in a rabbit 
hole
That snuck up quick
On idle eyes and a heavy heart

They found him there after three 
long days
A farmer was tending to a bail of 
hay
And the pilot cried
'Cos he was afraid of the dark
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