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( RE Broughton )
The broken hearted pilot lost in wheeling wings.
Gone forever brothers.
Smashed to smithereens.
The little cap, green and black the doctor saidwas soft.
You wonder how many you might need to reallyget you off.
Thirty years have passed you by while you'vebeen selling beer.
Now you say you want to die.
You don't knowwhat that means.
Hurricane Man,hurry back here the wine is inthe sun.
Hurricane Man,hurry back here there's somuch to be done.
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