Ice on the Wing
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I am made of Sopwith Camels Sherman TT-17 60 and cloudy I go slow Compared to modernity I’m a humming bee Swear the weather and Hugs and drugs and movies But baby, ice is growing on the wing But baby, ice is growing on the wing You rolled the dice but you didn’t know anything Underneath the oxide, underneath the oxide it’s all the same song I am made of no newspapers When the V-1 buzzing stop only prayers I am made of young curiosity, diluted piety Double whisky for the men Don’t talk to thy neighbor If they don’t take your same lord as savior In a songless meeting house Proud to be the only ones who get saved in the end Hugs and drugs and movies But baby, ice is growing on the wing But baby, ice is growing on the wing You rolled the dice but you didn’t know anything Underneath the oxide, underneath the oxide it’s all the same song What if I start now? Just like someone’s watching me, somebody’s watching me What if I start now? Just like someone’s watching me But baby, ice is growing on the wing Baby, ice is growing on the wing Baby, ice is growing on the wing Baby, ice is growing on the wing But underneath the oxide, underneath the oxide, underneath the oxide it’s all the same Thanks to Spell checker Jeff for these lyrics
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