The night doesn't like it.
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Looks just like your face on the moon, to me.
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And I won't let you do
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What you want to do.
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It's funny how, even now,
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You're laughing.
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I won't let you do it.
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If you go, I'll let the law know,
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And they'll head you off when you touch the ground.
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Ooh, please, don't go through with this.
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I don't like the sound of it.
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It's funny how, even now,
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You're miles away.
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I won't let you do it.
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I won't let you do it.
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I won't let you go through with it.
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"Meet them over at Dover.
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I'll just pilot the motor,
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Take them over the water
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"With a hired plane,
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And no names mentioned.
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Tonight's the night of the flight.
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Before you know,
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I'll be over the water
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"Like a swallow.
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There's no risk.
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I'll whisk them up in no moonlight.
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And though pigs can fly,
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They'll never find us
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Posing as the night,
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And I'm home before the morning."
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In Malta, catch a swallow,
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For all of the guilty--to set them free.
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Wings fill the window,
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And they beat and bleed.
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They hold the sky on the other side
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Of BORDERlines.
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"Meet them over at Dover.
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I'll just pilot the motor,
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Take them over the water,
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Like a swallow flying to Malta,
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"With a hired plane,
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And no names mentioned.
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Tonight's the night of the flight.
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Before you know,
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I'll be over the water
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Like a swallow.
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"There's no risk.
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I'll whisk them up in no moonlight.
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And though pigs can fly,
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They'll never find us
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Posing as the night,
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And I'm home before the morning.
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"Give me a break!
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Ooh, let me try!
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Give me something to show
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For my miserable life!
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Give me something to take!
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Would you break even my wings,
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Just like a swallow?
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"Let me--let me go
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With a hired plane,
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And no names mentioned.
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Tonight's the night of the flight.
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Before you know,
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I'll be over the water
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Like a swallow.
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("Let me--let me go!")
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"There's no risk.
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I'll whisk them up in no moonlight.
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And though pigs can fly,
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They'll never find us
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Posing as the night,
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And I'm home before the morning.
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("Let me--let me go!")
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"With a hired plane,
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And no names mentioned.
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Tonight's the night of the flight.
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Before you know,
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I'll be over the water
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Like a swallow.
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("Let me--let me go!")
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"There's no risk.
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I'll whisk them up in no moonlight.
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And though pigs can fly,
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They'll never find us
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Posing as the night,
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And I'm home before the morning--"
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But you're not a swallow!
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Night Of The Swallow
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Kate Bush |