Jets Jets Lyrics

gotta stop that aeroplane
from ever taking off.
clock says 8 pm,
soon she will be gone.

pilots firing, jet's jets as we speak
sunsets marks her through;
plane windows like these eyes use to. she's coming down-

over the great plains, she slowly descends;
plane parts fall like rain
..like we had yesterday.

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