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Here's to shutting up |
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At least until the wheels are off the ground |
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Hum something to yourself for luck |
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White knuckles and looking for the sign that says, "Move Around" |
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She said, "I just can't be called just for this" |
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But we are not pulling teeth, we are just flying mist |
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Well I know, but take me to the place where I can taste the mist |
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Take me there right now |
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Take me there right now |
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Make me an example of a world that does not care to know how |
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Airplanes are heavy |
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Ships deserve to sink |
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Well our needs deserve a levy |
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Well tell me what do you think |
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Well I know we are just flying |
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When your whole life feels like lying |
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And things in the rear start to shrink |
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Doctor's office wife |
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Makes my teeth hurt like airplane bathrooms |
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And photo booths she said |
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I was raised in natural light |
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Nothing could be further than where we are |
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She said, "I just can't be called just for this" |
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But all the music that I like is out of date |
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So take me to the place |
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Where there's no such thing as taste |
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Take me there right now |
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Take me there right now |
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Make me an example of the world that does not care to know how |
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I never grew up; I just showed up |
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Never know it how |
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Now I want out |
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Out on that wing is where you'll find me |
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Airplanes are heavy |
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Ships deserve to sink |
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Well at least deserve a levy |
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Well tell me what do you think |
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Well I know we are just flying |
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When your whole life feels like lying |
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And things in the rear start to shrink |
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Well tell me what do you think? |
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Well tell me what do you think? |
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Well tell me what do you think? |
