| Say bye-bye, kneel down
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| Yield, pray and kiss the ground
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| Gonna be a while before we touch back down
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| Ain’t no turning back like a train
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| Sprouting wings, fuck the track
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| Hello sky, I’m all aboard this surprise locomotion
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| Oh my, oh well
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| Guess I’d better just enjoy the ride
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| My oh my, grinning and chatty
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| Tapestries and tile
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| I’ll, I’ll try to keep this conversation light
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| May be up all night
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| And I surmise there might have been Iowaska
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| Hiding in the water and wine, water and wine
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| Looks like I’m about to
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| Take a bullet train to Iowaska soon
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| Well, alright, ride, ride
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| Choo, choo, choo
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| Choo, choo, choo
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| Animistical wayside sabbatical
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| I say bye-bye
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| Gonna be a while before we touch back down
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| Hello sky, I’m all aboard this surprise locomotion
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| (Oh my, oh well, guess I’ll
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| Pray, kneel and kiss the ground)
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| Gonna be a while before we touch back down
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| Ain’t no turning back like a train
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| Sprouting wings, fuck the track
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| Hello sky, I’m all aboard this surprise locomotion
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| Oh my, oh arrogant side
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| Or better, just enjoy the ride
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| Ride
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| Ride, ride, ride, ride |