| 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
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| Caught in the beam
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| Falling slowly into the screen
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| Every day that you wait is one more that
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| 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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| Like some final point of no return
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| Taking us there from here
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| And we can fly from here
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| And we can fly from here
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| And we can fly from here
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| Into the 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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| In love we’ll never disappear
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| Along the edge of this airfield
|
| The old prop shaft airliners stand
|
| Altimeters reading zero
|
| Formless memories lingering
|
| 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
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| And we can fly from here
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| And we can fly from here
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| On the understanding
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| That we can fly
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| Every day that you wait is one more that
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| You’ve lost
|
| On display
|
| Like some final point of no return
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| Every day that you wait is one more that
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| You’ve lost
|
| On display
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| Like some final point of no return |