| It feels like I’ve fallen to the bottom of the pile
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| 'Cause I haven’t worked a day if I haven’t walked a mile
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| The company I’m keeping, I can’t even crack a smile
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| I get high up
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| I’m in a panic, but that’s just how I work sometimes
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| I’ll always sort it out, sort it out, sort it out
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| It’s always alright
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| I had a dream where I was flying a jet,
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| And all the passengers aboard were all the people that I’ve met
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| And then I had a sudden impulse just to aim it for the ground
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| And let it fall and just let everyone die
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| But you’ll see
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| Send the pilots away
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| Then full steam
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| Send the pilots away
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| When I’m at work I’ll just be sitting at my desk
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| And I get this awful feeling like a set of hands around my neck
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| I need to go and find a new career
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| What I need is just to get out of here
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| For all the times I’ve felt a flame
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| I find a way to land the plane
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| And if I make the same mistake, just let it slide
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| We clutch the past so tightly to our chest
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| Our arms are full, but we still hope for the best
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| For all the times I’ve led you astray
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| Let’s not be dramatic, I wanted to say
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| I guess I’m happy for now
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| But we’re just tired and loaded
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| For all the times spun out in the air
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| I’m lost in the wreckage, my body is nowhere
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| I guess I’m happy for now
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| But we’re just tired and loaded |