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| Positioned over a power station The air around me glowed Then along came an aeroplane And down to the ground I goes I got shot and deflated easily The army marched forever But my pink skin over Battersea No longer melds together So please remember this flying pig Who braved the sky so blue Then fell to earth like a Bowie song Cos one day it might be you. |