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high tide
Spitfire and the flow so tight
Goldilocks, it hits just right
As I ascend straight towards that light
No wings, but I'm taking to flight
Up

to this
Spitfire wasteland
What's to leave behind

Here at the close of day
Silence ringing in smoke
Flies and the island dreams
When you wander too far

a ruthless height at which I'll have to cross the tide
Careful that I don't get too tired
A short-lived explosion made of hell and spitfire

Ah-ah-ah-ah,

to their knees, death from machines
When will God end this hell

Spitfires soaring through the skies
Missiles hanging from their sides
Enemies run but they

in the stands now I enter the game
And I won't sub out 'til they remember the name
No fort minor though it's spitfire
Set the bar high and it's only

down

Ghost in a Spitfire there's no machine gun fire
But there's a victory rule to say we're coming home
This bird's learned to fly across the morning

overhead is a Spitfire…

War Correspondent 2:

… takes the form of an all out air offensive against their forward positions and this attack is in progress

Be a slave
Or split ties
I know it wasn't the plan to switch sides
Or to shuffle the momentum
The clan just shifts tides
It's implied, that we burn