| Late hour, half past one
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| Seven thousand above ground
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| The rumble of turbines, snatches of sleep
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| Outside the window, white clouds
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| The night landscape lies,
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| And the moon flies over him
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| Secret movement in the sky without end
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| I see the reflection of your face
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| You are far away from me
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| Behind the veil of another day,
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| But even time can't stop me
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| Fly over the ocean and disperse the fog with your wing
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| Falling from the night sky, hug you soon
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| Outside, the sky is getting darker
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| The autopilot is sleeping
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| It's probably raining down there
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| The night is long, but the way is even longer
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| How long is my flight
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| To the places where you live
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| Secret movement in the sky without end
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| I see the reflection of your face
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| You are far away from me
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| Behind the veil of another day,
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| But even time can't stop me
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| Fly over the ocean and disperse the fog with your wing
|
| Falling from the night sky, hug you soon
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| You are far away from me
|
| Behind the veil of another day,
|
| But even time can't stop me
|
| Fly over the ocean and disperse the fog with your wing
|
| Falling from the night sky, hug you soon
|
| You are far away from me
|
| Behind the veil of another day,
|
| But even time can't stop me
|
| Fly over the ocean and disperse the fog with your wing
|
| Falling from the night sky, hug you soon |