| You used to say, when I was down
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| There’s more to life outside this, white trash midwestern town
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| You birthed the spark in my brain
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| Said it’d be sunny, but that night it rained
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| Wet shoes as I stepped on the plane
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| Found my seat and closed the window shade
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| I fell asleep and then awoke to a shake
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| I overheard like they spoke my name
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| The captain said, «It'll be a task to make it
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| To LAX with a storm like this
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| We’ll try our best,"he said with a nervous grin
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| You could hear the breath, you could see the face
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| Of a man who’d cut the tension if his hands didn’t shake
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| He’s got a wife, two girls, and a home on the ground
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| And the most disturbing part is they don’t know it’s going down
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| And the most disturbing part is they don’t know it’s going down
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| And the most disturbing part is they don’t know it’s going down
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| I’ll paint the sky you’re flying
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| Tired of the Earth of lying
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| Lowering my eyes to see you
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| Telling all the lies to be with you
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| But not in the fire and not in the crash
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| The weather, the storm, you say will land intact
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| It’s when he goes home that it becomes real
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| There’s a small part of him that resents the wheels
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| He hates the wings and the bolts that hold them
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| Together like promises they never told him
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| He thinks they deserve the same life that he had
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| He wished the fucking engine would’ve blown to pieces |