| Into the distance, a ribbon of black
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| Stretched to the point of no turning back
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| A flight of fancy on a windswept field
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| Standing alone my senses reeled
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| A fatal attraction is holding me fast
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| How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
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| Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
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| Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I
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| Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
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| Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
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| No navigator to find my way home
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| Unladened empty and turned to stone
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| A soul in tension that's learning to fly
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| Condition grounded but determined to try
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| Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
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| Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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| Friction lock - set. |
| Mixture - rich. |
| Propellers - fully forward. |
| Flaps - set - 10 degree. |
| Engine gauges and suction - check
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| Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
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| Flight instruments
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| Altimeters - check both
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| (garbled word) - on
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| Navigation lights - on
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| Strobes - on
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| (To tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
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| (Tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
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| (To tower): 129.4. |
| It's to go
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| (Tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots
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| (To tower): 3-8-Echo
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| Easy on the brakes. |
| Take it easy. |
| Its gonna roll this time
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| Just hand the power gradually, and it
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| Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
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| My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
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| Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
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| Out of the corner of my watering eye
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| A dream unthreatened by the morning light
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| Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
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| There's no sensation to compare with this
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| Suspended animation, a state of bliss
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| Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
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| Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I |