Golf Hill Drive Songtext

stuck in this life that's not my own
and whoever's life it is, I'll gladly send it right back home
he was the milkman
I was there to watch him go
he was the airplane pilot
who landed a bit too slow
dreams die and planes fly
but the milk gets there on time
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