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| You Am I Miscellaneous The Applecross Wing Commander We'd like to introduce you to the nature of our trials We'd love the chance to bring your elders down So fix your Dad a drink 'cause we're gonna need to think Now you're a plane we won't need them around anymore We done a lot of dumb things now, sure hope we do some more And we'll wait all summer just to piss on your door The wing commander's sister is a golden haired surprise I can't walk far but I can shoot for miles And my radar can see anyone over thirteen Now you're grown up we don't need you around anymore We done a lot of dumb things now, sure hope we do some more It's the last summer so in our dust you will crawl |
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