| There’s trouble on the wing
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| I just can’t see the floor
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| I don’t know where to start
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| Or what they’re fighting for
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| We just can’t fall apart
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| Please turn this all around
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| I think he’s got a gun
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| I never said goodbye
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| A free chance for a villain
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| Maybe heroes or a soldier
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| In all my life as I would stand
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| United to a flag
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| And clenching with my hands
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| It’s really getting strange
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| I heard the pilots scream
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| We’re never going down
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| At least that’s what it seems
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| I’m frozen to my seat
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| I lost my sense of time
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| Neglect from God above
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| Who walks the crooked line
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| But still we fly it’s so streamlined
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| Flying angels to the sun
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| Those wars are never won
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| I love you on this morning
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| Where the strangest strangers curse
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| As the buildings tumble down
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| A free chance for a villain
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| Maybe heroes or a soldier
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| In all my life as I would stand
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| United to a flag
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| And clenching with my hands
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| But still we fly it’s so streamlined
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| Flying angels to the sun
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| Those wars are never won
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| I love you on this morning
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| Where the strangest strangers curse
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| As the buildings tumble down
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| When in fifty years
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| May just one forget
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| Was that yesterday
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| Or just last summer
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