| Broke champaign across her bow
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| declared she’s unsinkable now
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| a symbol of the greater emotion
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| to a brave new age
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| great works will free us from this cage
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| but they had to send her into the ocean
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| is your friend but she can burn you
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| down into your own submission
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| wishing you had had the vision
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| before they leave the station
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| great big planes criss-cross the sky
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| such a small percentage of us ever die
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| does it make you feel better know
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| when we’re about to crash
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| you’ll get a little oxygen mask
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| and they’ll try to land her over the ocean
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| is a friend but she can burn you
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| down into your own submission
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| wishing you had had the vision
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| orders to abort the mission
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| before they leave the station
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| the ocean’s your friend but she can wash you away
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| the sky is your friend but she can blow you away
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| the sun is your friend but she can burn you
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| down into your own submission
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| wishing you had had the vision
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| down into your own submission
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| wishing you had had the vision
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| orders to abort the mission
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| wishing you had had the vision
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| before they leave the station |