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Amber 2: Suburban Heaven
In my song, you were the score
In my sleep, you were a dream
Until the day; you left me for
The Air Force; Suburban Team

I like the city, you suburban
I liked Fitzgerald, you Dick Durban
A peaceful guy, you special ops
We both agreed; The Horror's Xbox

In my room, you were the floor
In my roof, you were a beam
Until the day; you left me for
The Air Force; Suburban Team

While the coals; were getting hot
It was clear; you were not
I wanted chicken; you wanted kill
No B&B; of Stupid Bill

Aim High - Fly-Fight-Win!
Aim High - Fly-Fight-Win!

In my desk, you were a drawer
In my joe, you were the cream
Until the day; you left me for
The Air Force; Suburban Team

Now you; patrol the skies
Over Player's Sandwich; the Combat Team flies
I'd think of you; when engines drone
If the city weren't; a no-fly zone
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song length: 00:02:18

song rating: 5.00

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Funny, but not funny ha ha