| He was a flyer for the Air Force
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| On a plane from San Antonio
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| I was traveling to London
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| He was going off to Buffalo
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| Changing planes in Pittsburgh
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| We got grounded in a storm
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| Now, I would give anything
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| To be on that flyer’s arm
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| We played cards, mostly blackjack
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| As we sat out on the tarmac
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| We sang songs we knew in Spanish
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| As we both loved songs of language
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| He’d heard me on the radio
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| I’d seen the flyers on San Antone
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| Now, I would give anything
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| To have that flyer for my own
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| God bless the flyer
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| Who would be flying home tonight
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| I would give anything
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| To see that flyer, flyin' tonight
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| He said he’d never married
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| 'cause, his heart was in the clouds
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| And I said I was too clumsy
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| That I broke the wings of the loves I found
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| He shouted out his name to me
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| As I ran to make my flight
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| Now, I would give anything
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| To see that flyer, flyin' tonight
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| One year I watched a war in London
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| In the airport leaving London
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| And I wondered if I’d know him
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| If I saw his wings in motion
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| Did I leave my heart in Pittsburgh…
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| In the lightening of that flight?
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| I wish that you could tell me now
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| Will he be flyin' home tonight?
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| God bless the flyer
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| Who would be flying home tonight
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| I would give anything
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| To see that flyer, flyin' tonight
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| God bless the flyer
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| Who would be flying home tonight
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| I would give anything
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| To see that flyer, flyin' tonight |