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Bursts of white cotton passing the window |
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Everyone talking, oh, so very low |
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And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze |
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One minute high, the next minute low |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Cigarettes burning faster and faster |
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Everyone talking about the everafter |
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And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze |
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One minute high, the next minute low |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody will ever know why |
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Nobody will ever know why |
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Visions of childhood rush past my eyes |
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In seat number 30 somebody cries |
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And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze |
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One minute high, the next minute low |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody knows where we are |
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Nobody knows where we are |
