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Runway Four, Flight 209 |
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Teardrop falls, we start to climb |
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This window seat proved a poor choice |
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It shows the dream that's been destroyed |
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A little baby starts to cry |
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Hey, I would too, if not for pride |
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I owe so much to pride, it's true |
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It brought an end to me and you |
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But if I could, I'd turn around |
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Set my feet back on the ground |
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'Cause all this plane ride holds for me |
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Is a thousand miles of misery |
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I hear the engines, watch the clouds |
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The whole damn world looks distant now |
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But I can't seem to put no space |
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Between my cold heart and your sweet face |
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Across the aisle they're holding hands |
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Revealing brand new wedding bands |
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But our sweet gold, it's gone to rust |
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Now my life has turned to dust |
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But if I could, I'd turn around |
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Set my feet back on the ground |
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'Cause all this plane ride holds for me |
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Is a thousand miles of misery |
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All this plane ride holds for me |
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Is a thousand miles of misery |
