Riding on the moonpath in the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air was of another time
I cried in all my innocence you were dressed in white
and even if I'd had the strength I couldn't move to save my life
I'm tired of the bombs I'm tired of the bullets
I'm tired of the bombs I'm tired of the bullets
I'm tired of the crazies on TV I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems
I'm tired of the news I'm tired of the weather
I'm tired of the same thing every day
I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever they say
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