| One step closer
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| So high over
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| All that’s under
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| Is so below her
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| I’m not touching anything
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| I love my aerofoil, my wing
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| I’m less stressed by the updraft
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| Thanks in part to my aircraft
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| One step closer
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| No cloud cover
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| We must take full advantage of this high pressure system
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| I can see our homes from up here
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| Despite this dense cloud bank
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| They look so clear
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| It’s like our height and vantage
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| Put our homes in alignment
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| I’ll watch your six and you can watch mine
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| This is lightness, this is bliss
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| This isn’t free fall
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| We can control this
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| If I drop my arm
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| I’ll take a swoop to the side
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| I’ll grade your barrel rolls if you critique mine
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| The ground’s approaching, the engines are dead
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| Your black box readout’s the saddest thing I’ve ever read
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| Let’s watch our street get bigger as we hit our top speed
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| I can’t help but feel eternally freed
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| Promise me we’ll never touch ground
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| I hate the Earth’s pull. |
| I hate that rushing sound
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| If we can’t float forever
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| On cerulean skies
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| I’ll drop my nose, descend and just dive
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| We must take full advantage of this high pressure system |