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you'll be in the air |
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in some hours you'll be over the sea |
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lost in the other passengers on the plane |
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but if you just moved your arms then you could tell |
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that you are in the air |
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you'd feel the yawning gulf grow wider |
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and you'd feel the dwindling fuel for your lungs |
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so your breaths would slow |
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you'd be in the air |
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you'd feel the hot blowing rock filled winds |
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the clouds of ash would fill your skies |
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as you smoothly glide |
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over the cold river basin where we spend the night |
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again your gaping gap is pink in foggy light |
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when I wake up your pet will pounce i'll meet the day |
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i'll be in your bed, you'll be in the air when i'm awake |
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can you tell that i'm down here |
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can you feel my hot lung wind |
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when you smelled my skin did you lose yourself |
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i'll look pinkly out your window in the fog |
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loud and clear i'll make out your resounding roar |
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you'll be in the air |
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you'll bear fruit, your bare feet |
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your bare arms in the heat |
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you'll be able to feel your might |
