| I been circling
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| The side of my hands
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| Reserves are running low and
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| I’m looking for a place to land
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| ‘Cause far too young I learned to fly
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| So I should know now as a man
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| How to come back down now
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| I’m looking for a place to land now
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| I’ve crossed oceans
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| Fought freezing rain and blowing sand
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| I’ve crossed lines and roads and wondering rivers
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| Just looking for a place to land
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| Now I’ve climbed the heights most weren’t meant to understand now
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| I’m flying low
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| And I’m looking for a place to land
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| ‘Cause these once proud engines
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| They choke up now and then
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| Now, now I’m starting to lose my faith
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| But still looking for a place to land
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| So tower, tower please come in
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| Where will my engines give out?
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| When?
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| How long ago
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| Did I start my decent?
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| And if I put down here
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| Will I ever fly again?
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| And a voice said seeker come back
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| Lonely seeker come in
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| If we can just take it slow
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| I know I can bring you in
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| And I touched down and couldn’t find my feet
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| But you held me up till I could stand
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| Now I never fly alone
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| I’ve got a place to land |