An airplane rises to the sky
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Rising, getting ready for the theater
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One evil and cruel passenger, he has a revolver
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He walks in front of the pilots
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No respect for lives
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He shouts: I shoot right away
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Change direction where I want to go
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Just a small child beetles pam, pam, pam, pam
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Mom, look, meadow, pam, pam, pam, pam
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You know, I envy pilots
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The long pilgrimage will be extended
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In a long runway behind a puddle
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For death controls what can take you even further
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Hope he doesn't start it
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Hope they let you go
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There is little time left
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Less than he would have liked
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The flight attendants everyone asks: where, where, where, where?
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And he hears distress in his voice: where, where, where, where?
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Kidnappers at all
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They know no mercy
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Sheer malice commands
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A mere weapon will teach you
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Who suddenly rules here
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Pilot, you are not alone
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He only trusts you with this
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Let him be satisfied with the desire
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Only let the child in his arms return to the games
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What's on his mind now? |
Alone, alone, alone, alone
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Whose fame is it? |
Where, where, where, where?
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What would he say to the question
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Why is he betting so much?
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OK two hundred and twenty-five
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OK we want to guide
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We land in distress, the kidnapper forced us
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OK will land here today
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OK nothing happens
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Without a passport, the gentleman will stay here, there is no salvation with him
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The runway does not fall
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Ranch, what does the world lack?
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That so stupid, big evil has so many places here
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Runway, in the paper tomorrow
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Ranch, there will be a word killer
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