| Along the edge of this airfield
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| The old prop-shaft airliners stand
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| Altimeters reading zero
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| Formless memories lingering
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| Nights are cold on this airfield
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| I sit alone and watch the radar
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| Locked on the wavelength, caught in the beam
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| Falling slowly into the screen
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| Every day that you wait
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| Is one more that you’ve lost
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| When you wake up
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| I see you there
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| On display
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| Lights the final point of no return
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| Taking us there from here
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| And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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| And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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| And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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| Into a sky that’s clearing
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| Look back we’ll dry the tears
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| For those once held so nearly
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| And love will never disappear
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| Along the edge of this airfield
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| The old prop-shaft airliners stand
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| Altimeters reading zero
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| Formless memories lingering
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| Lingering, lingering, lingering
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| And we can fly from here
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| Into a sky so clearly
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| Look back, we’ll dry the tears
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| For those once held so nearly
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| And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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| And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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| And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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| And we can fly from here (we can fly)
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| And we can fly from here
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| On the understanding that we can fly
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| Everyday that you waste
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| Is one more that you’ve lost
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| On display
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| That’s a final point of no return
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| Everyday that you waste
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| Is one more that you’ve lost
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| On display
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| That’s a final point of no return |