| Did I meet you, baby, on a Transatlantic Flight?
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| JFK to Heathrow in the middle of the night.
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| And if I am mistaken you must let me know.
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| I’ll take your leave and away I go.
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| Ooh. |
| Ooh.
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| Ooh. |
| Ooh.
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| Taxi down the runway and sail into the sky.
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| I thought I caught your eye then, you seemed a little shy.
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| The captain’s on the radio, he says «buckle your seat tight»
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| «There's nasty weather; |
| we’re in for a bumpy flight»
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| In the event of a moral landing,
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| You can use my body as a floatation device.
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| It’s getting cold now,
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| You can use my body as a floatation device!
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| Headline of the paper reads a tragedy,
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| A fire in the night over the Nova Scotia sea,
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| There’s no survivors, no signs of life are found,
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| The ocean will be witness to what has just gone down.
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| Did I meet you, baby, on a Transatlantic Flight?
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| The one that disappeared there in the middle of the night,
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| You know I loved you, baby, though I never got to show you,
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| Seems we’ve an eternity for me to get to know you.
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| In the event of a moral landing,
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| You can use my body as a floatation device.
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| It’s getting cold now,
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| You can use my body as a floatation device…
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| Everybody’s dead,
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| Everybody’s dead,
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| Everybody’s dead,
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| Everybody’s dead,
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| Everybody’s dead. |