Timothy Lear is dead, no, no, he's outside looking in.
Timothy Lear is dead, no, no, he's outside looking in.
He'll fly his astral plane, take trips around the glade, reach back the same day.
Timothy Lear is dead, no, no, he's outside looking in.
Timothy Lear is dead, no, no, he's outside looking in.
He'll fly his astral plane, take trips around the glade, reach back the same day.
Timothy Lear is dead, no, no, he's outside looking in.
Along the coast you'll hear them boast about a light they say that shines so clear.
So raise your glass, we'll drink a toast to the little man who sells you thrills along the pier.
He'll take you up, he'll bring you down, he'll plant your feet back firmly on the ground.
He flies so high, he swoops so low, he knows exactly which way he's gonna go.
Timothy Lear is dead, no, no, he's outside looking in.
He'll fly his astral plane, take trips around the glade, reach back the same day.
He'll fly his astral plane, take trips around the glade, reach back the same day.
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Timothy Lear
Timothy Lear
Timothy Lear
Timothy Lear