| Runway Four, Flight 209
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| Teardrop falls, we start to climb
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| This window seat proved a poor choice
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| It shows the dream that’s been destroyed
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| A little baby starts to cry
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| Hey, I would too, if not for pride
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| I owe so much to pride, it’s true
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| It brought an end to me and you
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| But if I could, I’d turn around
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| Set my feet back on the ground
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| 'Cause all this plane ride holds for me
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| Is a thousand miles of misery
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| I hear the engines, watch the clouds
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| The whole damn world looks distant now
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| But I can’t seem to put no space
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| Between my cold heart and your sweet face
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| Across the aisle they’re holding hands
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| Revealing brand new wedding bands
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| But our sweet gold, it’s gone to rust
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| Now my life has turned to dust
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| But if I could, I’d turn around
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| Set my feet back on the ground
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| 'Cause all this plane ride holds for me
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| Is a thousand miles of misery
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| All this plane ride holds for me
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| Is a thousand miles of misery… |