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The Pilot

 

The Pilot

(album: The Tourist - 2017)


What could I say?
What was I after?
I forgot, but you figured it out for me again with your radio silence.
Who could I've been?
Taken a number
Taken no more
But can I get up to be the tourist?
Or am I the pilot?

I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all
A tough-love motherfucker, who was born a clown.

And what was this, but a natural disaster?
Caught up with the pickets
He was flying haft-mast
A little dangerous, but you had to try it.
I can see
You don't know how to steer
The car off the road
It was found without a spare
You play the victim
And I play the blind man.

I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all
A tough-love motherfucker who was born a clown.
I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all
A tough-love motherfucker who was born let down.

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