| A flight of steel eagles tearing by
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| The ripped silk screaming of the rended sky
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| Flame on through sound and make time fly
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| What a good way to go
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| What a good way to go
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| In an aero space age inferno
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| Fight on the ground like a circus hound
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| Through the burning hoop with just one bound
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| So that not even your ashes will be found
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| What a good way to go
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| What a good way to go
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| In an aero space age inferno
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| Set the controls for the heart of the Earth
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| The silver machine is worth more than you’re worth
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| But the Phoenix soul is bound for rebirth
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| What a good way to go
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| What a good way to go
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| In an aero space age inferno
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| As the plane drifts out toward space
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| We look back upon the blue-green speck of dust that is our home
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| Outwards and onwards, seeking new worlds
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| With the remnants of humanity
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| Settled in the colonies
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| Way out on the outer rim
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| Suddenly without warning
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| An alarm bell screams in my ears
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| But a major navigational failure
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| Means I have to go back to Earth
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| Flying blind on a wing and a prayer
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| I hit the atmosphere at the wrong angle
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| And I skim across it like a stone on the lake
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| Hotter and hotter, the heat becomes unbearable
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| And the searing pain of burn-up melts my eye
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| And my gleaming ship disintegrates in a streaking ball of fire
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| A flight of steel eagles tearing by
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| The ripped silk screaming of the rended sky
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| Flame on through sound and make time fly
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| What a good way to go
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| What a good way to go
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| In an aero space age inferno |