| It happened then, it happens now
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| They let you in, they let you down
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| And its feels like, we can’t get out
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| And it feels like, hell…
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| I think I’m safer in an airplane
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| I think I’m safer with my lungs full of smoke
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| I think I’m safer on the jet way
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| Than a world without hope
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| The day came in, the day went out
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| And not a bit of peace was spoken about
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| And it feels like, a suicidal world
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| And it feels like, hell…
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| I think I’m safer in an airplane
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| I think I’m safer if I run through the streets
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| I think I’m safer on the jetway
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| Than a world without peace
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| Oh, what arms will stretch out when they’ve had enough
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| Oh, when they’re tired of holding up us
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| I think I’m safer on an airplane
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| I think I’m safer in the sky up above
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| I think on safer on the jetway
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| Than a world without
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| I think I’m safer on an airplane
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| I think I’m safer in the sky up above
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| I think on safer on the jetway
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| Than a world without love |