Aeroplane Lyrics - Jethro Tull

Flying --- made of sticks and paper --- 

aeroplane. 

Dying --- is the wind but climbing --- 

my aeroplane. 

Blowing, and going somewhere high --- 

in the evening tumbling down --- 

but it's surely been up there. 

Crying --- want to live my life as 

my aeroplane 

Sighing in the sun's eye, but softly --- 

my aeroplane. 

Lonely, but only till it comes down 

where there's people running round. 

But it's surely been up there. 

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Flying --- my aeroplane. 

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