| I am connecting flight,
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| Passing straight through.
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| There is no silence as the engine has changed
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| I’d rush to the finish but the ending has changed,
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| The sky is at hand.
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| Indicator on, one would flash but the other has gone,
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| It is predetermined that the one has broke
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| And this is the way we will all choke,
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| The sky is at hand.
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| To applaud the technicians of the world,
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| And the systems which we live in the sky, is at hand.
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| I am connecting flight,
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| Passing straight through.
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| There is no silence as the engine has changed
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| I’d rush to the finish but the ending has changed,
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| The sky is at hand.
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| Indicator on, one would flash but the other has gone,
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| It is predetermined that the one has broke
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| And this is the way we will all choke,
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| The sky is at hand.
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| To applaud the technicians of the world,
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| And the systems which we live in the sky, is at hand.
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| We are face to face again, kick in the head
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| A full eclipse surrounds emotion fix
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| That has no meaning so take my hand |