| On an early mornin' plane flight out to some Radio XYZ
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| Was a 1950's prop job, that had seen much better days
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| When we came on in to the last approach saw the runway through the haze
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| And the wheels ain’t comin' down
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| All of my nine lives passed before my eyes
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| And the wheels ain’t comin' down
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| And you realise you wanna stay alive
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| You wanna stay alive
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| Women weepin', children playin', as we roared into a climb
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| Men was playin', we was drinkin' lots and it never cost a dime
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| Alter course for San Francisco, standin' by on red alert
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| Gonna chance a landin' on the sea hoping nobody gets hurt
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| And the wheels ain’t comin' down
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| All of my nine lives passed before my eyes
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| And the wheels ain’t comin' down
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| And you realise you wanna stay alive
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| You wanna stay alive
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| Wanna stay alive
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| Stay alive
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| We applauded Chuck the Captain when our feet had touched the ground
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| And I won’t forget the moment he said 'It's OK folks, the wheels are comin'
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| down.'
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| And the wheels they’re comin' down
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| And you realise it’s good to be alive
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| And the wheels they’re comin' down
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| And you realise you’re gonna still survive
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| It’s good to be alive
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| It’s good to be alive
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| They’re comin' down
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| They’re comin' on down
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| They’re comin' on down
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| They’re comin' on down |