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Enshrouded in the bed of steel |
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I'm backled to the chair |
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Here I travel lonely through the air I fly |
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The might flies by so fast |
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Suddenly a cry beneath me |
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I find my aircraft gone |
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I'm falling to the ground |
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As I plunge towards my destiny |
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The planet disappears. |
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Here I am and ready to die |
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But I don't stop my falling |
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Trapped in silent nightmares |
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As part of time as slave to death |
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My life will never end |
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Release me from this sickness |
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Please talk to may abandoned soul |
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I wish my tiny heart |
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To finally strike the ground. |
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[by Ray Wells] |
