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Sweet Bird of Truth
6 o'clock in the morning & I'm the last person in this plane Still awake
Why'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores,
Of this land that can't forget its past.
Oh the wind that carries this plane, is the wind of change,
Heaven sent and hell bent!
Over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joes
EE-AY-EE-AY----adios!
This is your captain calling--"with an urgent warning"
We're above the Gulf of Arabia--"our altitude is falling"
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