| Take a deep breath, try to relax
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| Just close the shade, don’t start to panic
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| Hope there’s no map, in the seat back
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| Cause if I know, where we’re at
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| Right as we cross to blue from green
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| The fiery terror will engulf me
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| You hold my hand reluctantly
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| But you look at me like I am crazy
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| «Planes almost never crash,» you say
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| «Almost never isn’t never,» I say as I shake
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| And I fight back tears, my biggest fear
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| Something going wrong while we’re up here
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| Eyes closed tight until we land, I don’t care if it’s rare
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| It happens…
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| (Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten)
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| It happens…
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| Five in a den with a TV on 10
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| 229 meeting in a sea beyond them
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| Married to marathon of bad cable access
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| Times while the gravitron axis wind
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| Up, Tony had a hive for the club
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| Where the toes of the tigers, arrive and errupt
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| Run’s house flies in a ripening husk
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| Each unwound one too alive to instruct
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| On his own, yet wove are a knife in the gut
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| So a holed-up night was a fiber to clutch
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| Wednesday 9/2/98, but really
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| Not even a client of your time and space
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| Surf in a 20 inch tube
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| In a home-videos-over-news kinda room
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| But a casual flip is a light-show dice roll
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| Looking for a chuckle, might stumble on a cyclone
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| This just in: tale of a plane crash
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| Typical affliction to flinch at and change past
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| Harsh but the city piles stiffs like a haystack
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| Either you’re a needle or a gray mass
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| One channel up, wait, maybe change back
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| Okay, a dose of the old death toll game
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| Fact: MD-11 in the ocean
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| Close to the coast of a cold Nova Scotia
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| Left JFK, smelled smoke in the vulture
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| Found fire in the hole, never found closure
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| Now a quote from his homeboy Jeremy:
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| «My mother took a night flight out of Kennedy»
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| What? |
| Yup, she was Switzerland bound
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| Aw, dude, she’s fine, dude, she’s fine
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| What you’re thinking is an impossibility of design
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| Turn it up a second if need a little peace of mind
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| Halifax divers find no survivors
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| We just need the name of the city you were flying towards
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| It’s not like any of us knew the routing
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| But the given alternative isn’t one we were allowing
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| Here’s where the room run a fever:
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| Five in a den waiting on a flight number through a speaker
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| And I never knew a number as a cleaver
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| 'Till an anchorwoman utter «Swiss Air 111 to Geneva»
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| Holy fucking shit
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| What just happened? |
| That doesn’t happen
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| We were just sitting here normal
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| Now they got a motherless child with a father and a widower to phone call
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| I remember that you rode your bike home
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| N.Y. autumn like a fright-night fight song
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| Four stayed up late with the lights on
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| Combing over every last scale on a python
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| You were in the hearts of the posse you were raised in
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| Spoke of in the same breathe as powerful and brave men
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| Learned life outta death, live with his friends
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| Five in the den with the TV on 10 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TV on 10, artist - The Uncluded. Album song Hokey Fright, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп