| I know what you mean,
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| when you want to run to meet the world,
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| intentions may not carry you far.
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| Small planes are here
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| but they never leave my room at all,
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| they don’t make it through,
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| they don’t make it out.
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| I want to be like Sister Veronica,
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| whose life connects with so many lives.
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| Small planes are here
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| but they never leave my room at all.
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| They don’t make it through,
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| they don’t make it out.
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| My words to him
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| they didn’t touch him, not at all.
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| And I never can say what I mean to say.
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| Small planes are here
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| but they never leave my room at all.
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| They don’t make it through,
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| they don’t make it out.
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| Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
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| when am I going to leave here?
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| Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
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| when am I going to get there?
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| Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
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| who am I going to help there?
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| Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
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| when am I going to get there? |