| For take off and for landing she pulls on her black gloves
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| In case she needs to throw your burning body through the clouds
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| Her voice says you’re okay to stand up
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| The eyes say something more like give up
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| 'cause I’ve finally found a way to release you
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| And I don’t need anything you left me
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| From thirty-nine thousand feet the heartland is a code
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| The grid of farms and dirt streets hides a heavy load
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| A voice says wipe it all away start anew
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| History takes a while to see through
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| 'cause I’ve finally found a way to release you
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| And I don’t need anything you left me
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| And I’ve finally found a way to unseat you
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| And I don’t want anything you left me
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| You keep your resistance in a jar pressed to the pane
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| Casting on the runway its formless stain
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| You in your safe place
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| Receptive like a blown up gate
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| Protected like a cavity beneath the waves
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| 'cause I’ve finally found a way to release you
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| And I don’t need anything you left me
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| And I’ve finally found a way to unseat you
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| And I don’t want anything you left me |