(T. Clarke)
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He was working for the airline one day
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And out on the street the next
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The company always came first with him
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She came second best
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His life was aviation
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He was rising fast
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They let him go
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He became
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A victim of the past
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She lost her job the same month
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At "Fashions For You"
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She lost her chance of ever seeing Paris
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Lost the baby too
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They took all their belongings
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And managed to get a loan
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And put it all into this broken down building
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That called itself a restaurant
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He waits tables
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She does the cooking
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He can remember
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Seeing her look so beautiful
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And now she is just fading away
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She waits tables
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He does the cooking
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They don't owe nobody nothing
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If there's a God up there in heaven
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Must have lost his touch
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Maybe he's out to lunch
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His life was aviation
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He was rising fast
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But who needs expert in fuel conservation
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When the planes are out of gas
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He still reads "Aviation"
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When he has the time
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And if he gets to talk to God he's gonna
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Give him a piece of his mind, yeah
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He waits tables
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She does the cooking
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He can remember
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Seeing her look so beautiful
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Now she's just fading away
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She waits tables
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He does the cooking
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They don't owe nobody nothing
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If there's a God up there in heaven
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He must have lost his touch
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Maybe he's out for lunch
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He waits tables
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She does the cooking
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He can remember
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Seeing her look so beautiful
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Now she is just fading away
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She waits tables
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He does the cooking
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They don't owe nobody nothing
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If there's a God up there in heaven
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Maybe he's not to blame
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Maybe he's changed his name
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Aviation
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| Leo Sayer |
