| See that shiny plane up in the steel gray sky
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| Going faster than the speed of sound
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| It don’t care about a thing, it just keeps passing by
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| Oblivious to everything’s that down
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| If I was on a cloud then I could hitch a ride
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| That’s how I would finally get to you
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| I’d grab onto the wing and at the perfect time
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| I’d open up my parachute
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| Sailing through the sky
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| Soaring way up high
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| When you think you’ve had enough of all this living on your own
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| And you feel you’re just about to break in two
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| When you’re stuck in overdrive and you’re longing for home
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| It’s time to change your attitude
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| Open up your parachute
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| See the raindrops pounding on my window pane
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| Tapping out their rhythms from above
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| They don’t pay any mind to those alone within
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| Thinkin' 'bout the ones they love
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| Fifty-two floors up above the city lights
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| Stranded in my temporary nest
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| The hotel operator, she says, «Have a good night»
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| I lay down, close my eyes, and do my best
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| Fitful, sleepless nights
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| Dreaming I can fly
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| When you think you’ve had enough of all this living on your own
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| And you feel you’re just about to break in two
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| When you’re stuck in overdrive and you’re longing for home
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| Come down to earth and change your mood
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| And open up your parachute
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| Fitful, sleepless nights
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| Dreaming I can fly
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| When you think you’ve had enough of all this living on your own
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| And you feel you’re just about to break in two
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| When you’re stuck in overdrive and you’re longing for home
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| It’s time to change your altitude
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| Open up your parachute
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| Come down to earth and change your mood
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| Open up your parachute |