| We cross a country
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| In an airplane with the wings on fire
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| Hanging from the seatbelt sign
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| That’s the one thing
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| There’s no safety in desire
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| Preserving life is as good as dying
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| And these could be the best or darkest days
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| The lines we walk are paper thin
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| And we could pull this off or push away
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| Cause you and me have always been
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| So close
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| So close to giving up
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| So close to going all the way
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| So close
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| So close to taking off
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| So close to going nowhere
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| So close
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| So close to giving up
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| So close to going all the way
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| So close
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| So close to taking off
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| So close to going nowhere, nowhere
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| I heard you whisper over the hum of an electric chair
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| To live like this could take its toll
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| But you’re no stranger
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| To the high of almost getting there
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| Are we losing touch or taking hold?
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| And these could be the best or darkest days
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| The lines we walk are paper thin
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| And we could pull this off or push away
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| But you and me have always been
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| So close
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| So close to giving up
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| So close to going all the way
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| So close
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| So close to taking off
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| So close to going nowhere
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| So close
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| So close to giving up
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| So close to going all the way
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| So close
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| So close to taking off
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| So close to going nowhere, nowhere
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| I wanna go there
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| I wanna go there
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| I wanna go there
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| With you
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| So close
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| So close to giving up
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| So close to going all the way
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| We’re so close
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| So close taking off
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| So close to going nowhere
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| So close
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| So close to giving up
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| So close to going all the way
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| So close
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| So close to taking off
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| So close to going nowhere |