| A telepathic line to a shadow
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| On the wall, just a passenger and that is all
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| Taking off on a midnight flight
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| The airline ticket in his hand held tight
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| Polar route, destination: oblivion
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| «Can I take that little box that you’re sitting on, sir?»
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| «No, that’s alright, miss, I’ll hold it right here
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| I’ll need it later on when I go up in the air»
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| And one false move will give it all away
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| Just one false move will give it all away
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| Long distance calling everyone around
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| Bad connection, better let the operator dial
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| I feel the speed of the traffic zoom
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| A train in a tunnel and an empty room
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| Time for take-off, extinguish all cigarettes
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| In emergency, you know where the exits are
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| His hands are white on the box he grips
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| No one knows but it’s their last trip
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| And one false move will give it all away
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| Just one false move will give it all away
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| Long distance calling everyone around
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| Bad connection, better let the operator dial
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| Taking off on a midnight flight
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| The airline ticket in his hand held tight
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| And one false move will give it all away
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| Just one false move will give it all away |