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[Chorus]
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
x2

My horse, is a shackled old man
His, his remorse
Was that he couldn't survey
The skies, right before
Right before, they went grey
My horse, and my remorse
Flying over a great bay

[Chorus]

My source, is the source of all creation
Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before
Right before, they go grey
My source and my remorse
Flying over a great bay

[Chorus]

Where were the eyes of a horizontal jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
x2

[Chorus]

Where were the eyes of a horizontal jet pilot,
When he smiled when he flew over the bay
x2

• System Of A Down