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I handed him a paper thick white lines of vapor will get that message through he climbs into his airplane speeds off from the start lane the praise is overdue above this town from side to side the letters spreads out open wide hope she sees the writer in the sky but maybe it's a mindless spree my place on her scale is make-believe Songtexteguess I've always been a bit naïve the pilot makes a last spin heads off, disappearing into the blue and gray the job for now is over feeling fairly sober although it's Saturday the loneliness is such a weight so sick of love he's paid to state humming "Time Has Told Me" by Nick Drake feels much too ashamed to say like vapor trails his heart turns gray so afraid he too might fade away Aus Songtexte Mania