| Our family tale, like vapour trail
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| Disappeared from sky
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| And sure enough, it tailed right off
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| The same as you and I
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| That jet will lift you into air
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| And wave goodbye to Earth
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| Just like our dreams and other schemes
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| And anything of worth
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| Marco Polo sailed East
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| De Gama sailed West
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| Many sailed with fingers crossed
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| And hoped for very best
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| Now the roar of jumbo jet
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| Fills every given day
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| 'Cause everybody wants to leave
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| And no one wants to stay
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| Cast your eyes into the skies
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| Watch those planes depart
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| Load your envy into hold
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| Along with heavy heart
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| Those brothers Wright chose wing and flight
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| And headed into cloud
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| And that’s what we will always do
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| Whenever we’re allowed
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| Look your family in the eye, boy
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| And offer them the fare
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| None of them would rather be
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| Sat here instead of sitting there
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| You wouldn’t see their arses
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| For the speed they left your side
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| When airport lounge was born, boy
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| This family died
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| Flying off into the sun
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| That runway feels so good
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| Following a wing and prayer
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| Ambition only could
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| A family tale’s a ship that sails
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| By sea, or air or land
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| And only makes its way back home
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| In paddleboat, by hand
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| Look your family in the eye, boy
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| And offer them the fare… |