| With a million stars in the galaxy
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| When I’m floating with them it’s hard for me to see
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| I’m holding on to this dear earth as it spins around with me
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| With a million miles of audiometry
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| And the moon like a goon staring back at me
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| I’m holding on to this dear earth with love and gravity
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| Sixty thousand feet up in the air
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| I can’t wait to come down, drop down
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| I’ve been that fool, I let my fuel run low
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| Let my people know I’m all dropped down
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| Slicing through the stratosphere
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| Twice the speed of sound
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| My life is moving under me
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| Before I touch the ground
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| Thirty thousand feet up in the air
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| I can’t wait to get there, drop down
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| The only thing I seem to see around
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| The sand in which you stand within my hand
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| Slicing through the stratosphere
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| Twice the speed of sound
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| My life is moving under me
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| Before I touch the ground, oh
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| Thirty thousand feet up in the air
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| I can’t wait to come down, drop down
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| The only thing I seem to see around
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| The sand in which you stand within my hand
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| Slicing through the stratosphere
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| Twice the speed of sound
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| You are my life that’s moving under me
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| Before I touch the ground, oh
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| Slicing through the stratosphere
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| Twice the speed of sound
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| My life is moving under me
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| Before I touch the ground
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| And now, ten thousand feet up in the air
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| I can’t wait to get there, drop down |