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She was a beautiful machine |
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Built on getaway dreams |
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She flew higher than the moonbeams |
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Leavin only her tailstreams |
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And she never made a sound |
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About the news that she found |
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We all fear without a doubt |
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Soon her jets would be burning out |
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Mama said all |
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I needed was within |
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Things were easier back then |
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When the world begins to spin |
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Feels like |
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I'm shedding off my skin |
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And the moon looks like a grin |
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Feels like |
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I'm being born again |
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I remember better days |
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When she stepped up to the runway |
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They almost died she used to say |
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Her words like aerial ballet |
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How on the seventh silver flight |
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They were lost and the sky was white |
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They found |
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God that night |
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Like a lost satellite |
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Up so high that we could touch the sky |
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The heavens unfolding beneath us |
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And we knew we never gonna die |
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Cause the hell that we raised was between us |
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Mama said all |
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I needed was within |
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But things were easier back then |
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And when the world begins to spin |
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Feels like |
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I'm shedding off my skin |
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And the moon looks like a grin |
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Feels like |
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I'm being born again |
