| You’re older, you’re haunted, you’re ahead of your time
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| In corners of acres of blocks of straight lines
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| Blurringly, hourly we cross some great divides
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| Some heritage moments and some melodious minds
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| A voice above the engine and the jet stream combined
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| «It's time, sir, the time, sir, do you have the time?»
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| As the moon groomed the airplane
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| In a benevolent way
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| Again with the myth that’s neither here, neither there
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| Again with the myth from up, up high in the air
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| Above it all, I love you all, oh how could this be the end?
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| Satan backhands our nose and our chin
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| The wings tell the tailfins, «it's freak turbulence»
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| Just then the captain assures us we will land
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| «I'll have you on the ground in twenty five minutes or less»
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| «Or less,» did he say, «less»? |
| Unless what? |
| We’re not on time?
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| Or less he said «or less» jet stream and engine combine
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| Unless he said «or less» as if a joke might just keep us flying
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| And as the moon groomed the airplane
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| In a benevolent way
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| And as the moon groomed the airplane
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| In a benevolent way
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| And as the moon groomed the airplane
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| With its benevolent rays |